I’d always perceived love as this amorphous emotion, something I wanted, but I was never sure how I’d be able to understand it enough to hold on to it. But it wasn’t. It was concrete. It was as strong as gravity. As swift as lightning. As warm as the sun and as enduring as time. It was an equation made of variables of touch and taste, conversation and connection, but it was one that wasn’t meant to be solved; it was meant to be lived.
