The Dearest Thing. ♥

How to love?

Real love doesn’t have to be said. Real love is shown with deeds.

That cup of coffee that is waiting for you when coming home. A smile on a face. Some tear on your cheek being wiped away. A person thinking about you. A person caring.

Real love confuses me. Makes me strong. Makes me weak.

Love is sticky. Just can’t be erased. Love is a hopeless, dearest thing.

Confusing it is, that dearest thing.

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