Maybe the minute details of life that we tend to overlook hold the key to finding ourselves, to finding happiness within ourselves.
I’ve probably said it before, way back when I was an ignorant teenager who secretly believed in fairy tales and true love and happily ever after. I’ve probably said it to some guy I thought I really had feelings for. But I don’t think I ever knew what I was saying. I don’t think this feeling can be easily felt. I don’t think it can be easily described. It’s like feeling vulnerable yet feeling strong. It’s like feeling close and feeling open. It’s feeling afraid, but gaining courage. It’s crying with each other in the dead of night for no reason whatsoever. It’s warm and inviting. It’s staring at each other not speaking a word, and that says everything. It’s giving up a little of yourself, but gaining a little of something better. So I guess that’s why we put it into one simple word: love.