Sometimes love presents itself so easily, so effortlessly, so tangibly.
A gift of sorts, as long as the gift is in fact mutual.
And sometimes love is there but maybe hidden behind some armor, not so easily accessed or felt. But it is there, a challenge perhaps.
And every now and again love is felt, and seen, and the possibilities present themselves, and a choice to leave and walk away seem safer.
Love is complicated, talking about love makes my fingers feel tentative, it makes my heart feel excited with expectation, but also leaves me confused.
I love you.
What does this mean?
I love your being, your essence, your soul on this earth, or maybe just the way you eat? Not sure really.
So what is it?
I love the way you make me feel.
Then permission to love, an okay from the heart, strength from within, openness, maybe raw openness, and a healthy dose of vulnerability unveil themselves.
Love is important.
A part of us.
A part of the world.
Whether it is a hike in the mountains, a movie, a touch, four tacos, or laying in bed together, there is the feeling of your heart having a home.
Even if only for the moment.
And also dinner is ready and the kettle is on.