I haven't written in a while. I am still here.

It's February. The month of Love. I can look back on my posts and see my musings and heartfelt wonder when it came to this. My hair twirling and all. I have cooled down considerably if not completely. Life does that. It's not fair.

But just because I am in orbit, Love stays the same. So these are some of the things that I think Love is. The atoms that come together and make the whole.

It's holding hands. It's looking at someone and having your eyes become those little hearts. It's calling to say good night because that's the last voice you want to hear. It's like that in the morning, too. It's feeling sorry for all the other chumps that don't have it. It's telling your dreams and being remembered. It's getting flowers for no reason. It's trusting someone with your soul. It's laughing and eating and dancing. It's always knowing that someone is wanting to be with you as you are the same. It's being the object of true affection. It's reciprocation and adoration and communication. It's long kisses. It's not confusing, but finally the answer. It's touch and thought and regard. It's pure giving of yourself. It's not having to be on guard but putting all that away and relaxing. It's what makes the world go round. It's what I wish for my children. And for me.

Happy Love Month. I hope to focus on it and find it and be wrapped in it like a blanket just out of the dryer.