Love is fluid, it does not suffocate us, it makes us breathe, it overflows our emotions and passions. It is accurate, the ideal size for all people, it is not conceited, and it never gets old, never. Sometimes It’s messy. It’s imperfect. It’s both humbling and sometimes banal in its everyday-ness. It does not fit a grand narrative, but it is a script for all human literature…♥