Love. Trying to understand it. A deep unease in the value of closeness even if it doesn't last. To tell someone that they are an extension of yourself but also there own unique collection of stories and mystery. Oh, to be unraveled at the fringes of everything you've ever believed. World shaken and reality blended. To be changed with a touch from your chosen one. Love is best experienced when It's not Needed. When the sense of who you are isn't so easily influenced by its introduction. And so the love I want does not hold, but lifts me. Be no stranger to love, be curious. Their fears, their innocence, the dark stuff, the quirks, the things that make them smile. You can't learn it all but in that commitment lies a natural order. Seeing the things that they can't see in themselves and still treating them gently..... This is the soul... Maybe. 🖤 So Love: the unfiltered, ever-changing, non-competitive exchange of power where we don't just accept who they are, But help each other bring out our most purest forms so that they may meet each other and dance. -For B💛🖤
