Because love isn’t just soft kisses and whisperings of “I love you.” It’s teeth sinking into lips, fingers tangled in hair, a breathless “don’t stop.” It’s obsession and surrender, the slow burn that leaves you aching and the wildfire that consumes you whole. It’s the way a single look can make your skin tingle, the way someone’s voice can wreck you in all the right ways. Love is messy, wild, and unapologetically raw—and I fucking live for it.
