Love is morning hikes, in Malibu, above the cloud cover.
Love is late night walks,through the hills,when youre feeling down.
Love is camping trips to Joshua Tree,under the stars,and smores around a fire.
Wendy Wei
Love is a NoMBe concert,where you sing along to the lyrics,and sway in the crowd.
Love brings home,favorite foods,like Silverlake Ramen.
Love is staying in,watching Guava Island,and being shocked by the ending.
Love is your greatest ally,a symphony in the wind,carrying you to higher heights.
Love meets the blunt,and dysfunctional family,and doesnt judge where you come from.
Love is fights on the phone,and hang ups,and call backs.
Love explores,new lands,In foreign places.
Love is bathing,in the hot spring river,in Iceland.
Love is aching pain,when he travels,And youre alone.
Love wipes the tears,from your face,when despair hits.
Love isnt lonely,keeping thoughts to yourself,or giving up.
Love is opening up,like a broken egg,and the yoke spilling out.
Love isnt constant pain,or one sided,or eternally broken.
Love is Japanese pottery,where cracks,are filled with gold.
Love is someone to experience with,to stumble with,to find joy with.
Love is life togethereven though its messy,strange, disconcerting, and unpleasant.
Love is creating a homein chaos,where there wasnt one before.
