There is love, and it is real. I am loved. In the midst of the chaos of my day, my best friend called me to tell me this. I am loved.
Sometimes it is written on the sidewalk outside of my house, for all the world to see. Once on the dew of my windshield. Only then, I realize how fleeting it can all be. Dew is here one moment and gone the next. Poof! But, the love… it lingers for eternity. Stop and smell the roses. Theirs is a longer lasting time. Sometimes the essence is preserved and lingers about. It has profound beauty.
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(¸.•´ (¸.•' But, then… sometimes that beauty, that beauty of love is written in the morning dew. It happens.
I love you. I do.
