Love is an abyss with a pull heavier than gravity and a promise lighter than air.
Love is longing for his touch late, late, when you listen to the wind whistle and hear in her whisper, soon, soon, soon.
Love is peering into her darkness and offering your hand.
Love is knowing when to let go and relinquish him to another.
Love is welcoming her back when she has nowhere else to turn.
Love is...?
Tell me.
