Donāt go confusing fleeting warmth for the kind of love that stays through wintersāunconditional love isnāt the same as a momentary ease; it lingers long after comfort takes its leave.
Lovingās in my marrow, I swear it is; I donāt just feel, I flood. Sure, comfort may tickle the notion of love in me, but this heartās not built for surface swims. I crave the kind of connection that dives deep, where feelings speak fluently.
Been toying with the idea of a birthday dinner with N&P, even if itās still a bit down the road, LOL. No way Iām letting my 25th slide by unnoticed!