not one way, but feels a lot like that sometimes.
a comfort blanket, a hot water bottle,
it’s quiet and soft, whispering in the ear of a loved one, it’s gentle singing, it’s worshipping the most amazing wonderful person that one could ever even begin to imagine.
It’s the most intimate thoughts that we share with no one. It’s the things that shame us, the things that define us, the things that no other living soul knows.
It’s soaking, enjoying, drowning in love, like a depth of love you have never known