I been playing with this concept of special indeed, let’s see where it leads me.
Love is special indeed. It keeps my icy blood running. In hopes that it will thaw once more. Just the thought of having someone to care for, a person whom I adore. Love in and of itself is an intensifier of happiness. A beacon for celebration. A reason to shout. But toxic love… I can do without.
Nevertheless, love is very special indeed. It’s a pillow to weak knees. Or the soft tissues you blow on when you sneeze. It is a troubled leaf taken by the swooping breeze. A moment that can last forever if you find love in the simple things.
Love Always, Esha ❤