Love seems to be something I think of often. Being in love, loving someone, what love really is? Is love passion? Dedication? Friendship? or something more?
I say it to my partner every day. I always mean it, but the meaning behind it changes. Sometimes I say it out of habit. Sometimes I say it because he says something funny, or does something nice. Other times I say it when he’s having a hard time, or he’s celebrating an accomplishment. Sometimes it said with deep meaning where I know he feels it too.
Often with us it’s just said by a smile or a look. A laugh or just something silly. Even just when he grabs my hand before we go to sleep.
I love this article about Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward’s Lifetime of Love. They definitely had it right.
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