I love my family.
Love.
I wish we had more words to describe love. It is almost as if love, the word in itself, limits the extend of how much we can express our feelings of love.
What about the kind of love that is spoken in anger? Where you love the person so much but you are terrible to them. The complicated kind of love.
How about love where the eyes never meet? The love that lasts for years and is real but is separated by distance?
Or love that one could only have for another. The kind that binds a couple together. Now that love, that varies tremendously.
It is cumbersome having to pull together meaningful adjectives and combine them with words that you think best describes the version of what is simply defined in the books as love.
I like love you.
I live to love you.
I love you [with intense realness].
I love you.
The last one is a bit creepy. Like geeky creepy.
It is 6.40 in the morning.
Time to put my head back on the pillow.
Here's to the love that counts.
"What about the kind of love that is spoken in anger? Where you love the person so much but you are terrible to them. The complicated kind of love. "
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These words of yours made me tear up it reminded me of ever going through that :').
Aww Hans... must be some good love there *hugs*
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