Today I was asked what love is, what love feels like. How does one know?
I certainly do not have the answer for it. I doubt anybody does. But I think that love is…
Love is knowing the reason why she is silent. Knowing her weakest spots. It’s knowing when she is about to give up and remind her not to.
To love all the things that she doesn’t love about herself. To love all the things that many have tried and failed.
Is letting her know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.