Love isn’t always beautiful. It’s not always caviar and champagne and beautiful sunsets. Sometimes it is simply a familiar voice when your world is darkened by pain.
I love all our in-jokes, which would be incomprehensible to anyone else. It’s like we’re weaving our own private little world where only Oliver and I exist.
Oliver’s dark eyes find mine. “It’s more like being swept off my feet.” “Because I’m like the tide, salty and unpredictable?” “Because you are like a force of nature, unspeakably beautiful and impossible to resist.”