For the Unloved
To feel comfortable and steady and grounded as we free fall into another person.
But love, I've learned, is undefinable.
Try as we might, we can't quite pinpoint exactly what it means to love someone, to know what that word means or how it feels or becomes tangible in our lives.
When we think of 'love' we think of butterflies. We think of the first moments in meeting someone, the way our heart jumps out of our chests, or the weakness that happens in our knees.
When we think of 'love' we think of kisses.
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