LOVE. |
Love is a slow kiss goodnight.
It´s anticipation.
Love is an imperfection in yourself not bothering you.
It´s acceptance.
Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn´t right yet.
It´s patience.
Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles.
It´s exploration.
Love is not having to say "Let´s make love", because you know what the other persons wants.
It´s understanding.
Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed.
It´s consideration.
Love is both of you remembering protection.
It´s responsibility.
Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles.
It´s humor.
Love is being told "Stop and I´ll kill you".
It´s desire.
Love is reviewing the damage to your living room and realizing personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door to the bedroom.
It´s abandonment.
Love is seeing what your lover really looks like for the first time.
It´s truth.
Love is knowing what time it is and not caring.
It´s joy.
Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace.
It´s ecstasy.
Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew.
It´s renewal.
Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told they would rather be woken.
It´s tenderness.
Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder.
It´s where fantasy meets reality.
Love is being there to wake your lover. Slowly.
It´s sensuousness.
Love is belatedly knowing why you bothered to buy a queen-sized bed three years ago.
It´s practicality.
Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed.
It´s closeness.
Love is knowing you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person.
It´s trust.
Love is saying good-bye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent.
It´s faith.
Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word "sore".
It´s a lesson in human frailty.
Love is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your tube of toothpaste turned into a pretzel.
It´s adaptation.
Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night before.
It´s reflection.
Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover.
It´s loneliness.
Love is stories that will never be told.
It´s personal.
Love is a slow kiss goodnight.
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| Kommentarer - (Snittbetyg: 5) | YourRomance - 4 apr 08 - 20:48- Betyg:  | | amazing !! :O:O |
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