Love, to me, is quiet,
tucked away in various empty spaces
so small
I cannot often see.
But I know its existence
flutters near
when smiles bloom across
my once frozen face,
when words spill out of my mouth
(messily winding with others
into a tidy patterned rug),
when unbidden laughs
are drawn out of my closing throat,
when I feel warm and safe —
We do not have to speak
those three sacred words
for love to exist.

A/N: There are many types of love — love between family members, friends, brothers and sisters (blood or not), pets, hobbies, interests, and lovers… Each type of love is a different color and different feeling, but, in the end, whether you know it or not, they are all love.

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