what love is:

Food is my love language.

But I read challenge and kindness fluently.

Because that’s what love is too:

When it’s late on Friday night, and they remind me to go to yoga tomorrow…early.

Rather, tell me to go, because it will matter…to me.

They could care less whether I get down, dog. But they know, it will matter…to me.

And they drink rosé because I bring it.

But they order it because they know I like it.

That, to me, is love, spoken more clearly than you could ever say.



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