love-is

 

 

I miss the touch of a man’s hands on my body.

I miss holding hands with someone other than my child.

I miss the heat of another body keeping me warm at night.

I miss being cuddled.

I miss having my hair played with.  My feet rubbed.  My back tickled.

I miss falling asleep with my legs intertwined with another person’s.

I miss early hours lovemaking.

I miss feeling safe.

I miss discussing bad TV.

I miss family roast dinners.

I miss my mum.

I miss being all consumed by love for another adult.

I miss sharing private jokes.

I miss sharing the everyday details of my day.

I miss being loved.

 

Love isn’t control.

Love isn’t isolation.

Love isn’t fear.

Love isn’t being scared.

Love isn’t being dominated.

Love isn’t selfish.

Love isn’t cruel.  Or violent.  Or intimidating.

 

Love is invisible, and yet it is a force more formidable than any other.  It is powerful.  It can transform your entire world.

Love is a quiet understanding.  A mutual respect.  Love is sharing and forgiving.  Love is trusting another person with your life.

Love is wanting to know every single thing about that person.

Love is being stupid together.

Love is difficult.  Heartbreaking.  Uplifting.  Complicated.

Love is curious.

 

 

 

Love just ‘is.’

 

 

 

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Published by Kate Sutton

Writer, Mother, Dater.

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