To love. It’s one of those things that I naturally know, probably because of human roots. They say to be human is to love, to feel, to love, and to love because, by loving, that’s how life shows you its beauty. Loving is inevitable in life. Every day, you wake up to the first sip of your coffee that melts your heart, and the toast you made that you didn’t expect to taste so good. To read a book that makes you feel warm inside, to eat the soup that evokes nostalgia, to remember the comfort of waves crashing onto the shore, and the fuzzy feeling of talking with someone after a long, tiring day while accompanied by the patter of rain. Or simply walking past the window to see the stars when the sky is clear enough. To remember there is so much to see and to feel. We will never run out of things to love that make us grateful to exist and live another day despite everything. To live is to love.

Although, in human interactions, the idea of being loved is just as lovely. Of course I have always wanted to be loved, too. To know that someone loves me, not just my best parts but the messy and unpolished sides too, someone who stays just like Bruno Major’s songs. But there is something so sweet, so alive about loving until it mirrors loving yourself; to love is to understand, and to love is to endure. Tell me the little things that make you feel loved. Tell me about your love language because I would not mind learning about you for a lifetime. I want to make it clear, not just in the big moments but in the small, everyday ones as well. By learning to love you, I have learned to love myself through it.

Something like that ... Honestly, this question is something that I can think about with ease but find hard to truly convey in words. I know this answer isn’t much, but it’s a flood of relief to be able to conjure what’s inside my mind after staring at a screen for hours. Thank you for the question, Pretty Lily. ‹3