Is it love if it's not all-consuming? Is it love if sometimes I forget that it exists? I don't know if I'm in love with him but he is the first person I think of when I read your poetry and other poetry.

Oh god, my love is so quiet and unassuming. It’s like sinking into a warm bath. My love is constant and gentle and safe. My love is always there when I get home. It keeps me comforted and calm and myself.