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To my love

I don’t know if I use the word ‘love’ appropriately sometimes. I feel like this 4 letter word cannot express ways you settle my heart and fill it with pure love and joy. Love is not you or me, but the space in between us… the space when we argue, when we laugh, when we cry and when you cradle my heart because you know there isn’t a better guardian than you.

A home to a wandering heart. Thank you.