Can you see that we are what love is?
That when your forehead is pressed against mine, all I was and ever thought it mattered to be begins to fade, and blur, and evaporate, until it is replaced by something new, something called into existence by the sound of our smiles finding their way onto our waiting lips.
Take a breath and fill your lungs with the realization that all you were and ever thought it mattered to be will fade, and find itself turning back into the air that will one day be the exhale that lends sound to the darkness – that will surround two new, lucky, and blessed souls, standing quiet with their foreheads touching and their tired eyes shut.
We are what love is made of.
If only it had the courage to stand up and scream into the fog of what we are right now.