A love.
"Where do you think it comes from? What does it feel like?" - You are a light of sunlight on my skin, Warm and bright, hope-like. How could I not love you in the grounding, simple love, you show me every day? This unwrapping of ourselves, slowly to our guts, feels like the moon at any phase, like you at any day. I didn't know how easy this can be. You showed me that love is not a drowning wave of darkness, but a gentle salty lake to float on, in peace. In this void that holds it all, where I don't need more than what you wish to give. Instead of an endless pit, to be filled. Your love feels like the possibility of everything, in the infinite nothingness within. The source. Like how there's no sound without silence, your love brings the calm, my love brings the storm. And so we flow gently like waves in the Pacific of our souls.