But love is none of these things. It won’t suddenly make every day ok. It won’t change who you are. It won’t make your car go faster. It doesn’t even wash your dishes.
All love is, is love. And that’s all it needs to be, really.
Iain S. Thomas,
I Wrote This For You
who’s arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved