How are you today?
Good morning
Baby
Darling
Goodnight
Text me in the morning
I miss you
Honey
Kisses!
Can we talk?
Meanie
Coot
Yes?
Okie
Bab
I'm sorry
I love you so much.

It's so hard to describe with words, so they circulate and repeat. Strangely I never mind it.
Our Love is conversations. It's purple hearts and pink ears. Our Love is stalled walks home and a blanket hiding a smile.
An average of 4 giggles to the minute.
Our Love is shy hands transferring cold and heat.
Ice and fire.
Showy and shy.
Yin and yang.
Our Love is all caps, filling blue bubbles until they burst. Our Love is "Congratulations".

Our Love is illuminated phone screens against the isolation of silence.

Unconditional.

Our Love is memes and sugary sweet pet names, different languages trying to express the same thing: I love you. Over used but ever so relevant. Our Love is incorrectly spelled sentiments and cuddles under a fort.

Our Love is innocent but not without passion. Our Love is pale skin made even paler by the flash.

Longing . . . .

Our Love is stretched over 72 miles of anxiety.

And it is 1000% worth it.

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I wrote this for you on a day that wasn't Valentine's Day. But I thought I'd share it now, despite my hatred for this capitalist holiday.

I love you 💜