i used to think love was the feeling of warmth that spreads through your limbs when you are around someone who makes you feel safe. that love was this tangible thing that, if you tried hard enough, you could reach out and brush your fingers against.
but then i got older and realised what love actually was. it was not being bashed over the head with hollow words that had a sandcastle foundation. love was not borne from duty or blood or even habit.
love is refreshing a webpage a million times to see your best friend’s bracket results. love is answering a facetime in the shower. love is not wanting to hang up. love is the thing that shows up for you when nobody else does.
love is the way your best friend says your name. love is there even when fondness is not. not many people find the kind of love that cushions your head on your pillow at night. some people spend their whole lives never feeling the way ben affleck feels about dunkin donuts or the way my friend james feels about bird watc…
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