What is Love?

The older I get, the more I crave the organic aspects of life. One in which we are more in tune with ourselves. Our minds. Our hearts, and that of others. Of the natural world. A life that we open our eyes to each day and can feel sincere and profound gratitude for. One which after silently offering thanks for a renewed opportunity, moves us to show gratitude for the soul lying next to us. The partner you were gifted in this journey. They are here for a reason.

What is Love to me?

Love is looking at you and feeling my heart swell with pride and gratitude. Facing a difficult circumstance, but instinctively knowing it will be ok, because I will always have your arms to run safely to. Love is reaching for your warmth in the middle of the night. It is watching me crumble and tenderly helping me put the pieces back together. Love is knowing no one else in the world can make me feel complete, the way you do. Love is so many things, but to me, Love is You.

Love is watching you run, galloping like a pony excitedly towards your food. Carefully watching every inch of your face until I arrive at those incredibly precious moment eyes. My button eyes. My Teddy bear. Love is watching you enjoy the outdoors. Running in that field, so freely. Love in the sweetest physical manifestation I have ever had. The truest, purest form of Love. Love is missing you every second of every day. Feeling this heart beat, despite your absence. The Love that taught me how profound and infinite it is.

Love is running to your embrace again, and again, and again. Closing my eyes with the certainty that it is you who will break my fall. Love is looking at your caramel eyes as the sun exposes their effortless beauty. I have lost you before, so I cherish every second I am gifted with you here now. Love is watching your dedication, your sacrifices, for everyone, seldom for you. Love is hearing your voice, your laughter. Love is the way you watch me. As if I am your ultimate Love. Love is, because of you. My King.

Love is your heart. The tenderness, but the undeniable strength of a warrior. Love is the kindness in your deeds. Your selflessness, regardless of who or what. Love is your gaze upon this earth. Your touch sparks life. Love is in your magic. The magic of your divine soul. Love is in how you Love us.

Love is in everything. You just have to stop long enough to allow your heart to listen.

With Love,

Juana