Love is accompanying without a word knowing what he’d been through.
Love is giving all you have and wishing that they somewhat help him become a better version of himself.
Genuinely. Heart and soul.
Love is indefinite. Love is undefined.
You'll never know
Until love blindsides you tenderly.
Until someone sees you. Even when you tried to hide.
Until someone gets you before you speak.
Until someone opens up the world for you.
Until someone touches your soul.
And that’s my understanding of love in 2022, I think.
"Until love blindsides you tenderly."