love = bittersweet

It should feel like a warm embrace after cold nights of drowning in isolation.

It should smell like freshly baked bread being displayed on wooden shelves.

It should sound like giggles threatening to escape chapped lips after a makeout session.

But instead, it feels blue and lost on most days.

And I think that’s still okay.

Love creeps up on you in the good, the bad, and the confusing moments.