Pieces of Love

Love can be big, exaggerated gestures. It can be butterflies in the pit of your stomach and big, gasping lungfuls of air. It can be fireworks and diamond rings and rose petals. It can be so big that it hurts.

But my love is small. It is comfort. It’s the blanket I wrap myself in at the end of the day. It’s my favorite chair, the bed I lie in. It’s my go-to feel-good book. It’s the table I lean on when I start to feel tired. It’s the video I watch when I need to laugh. It’s the pillow I hug when I need to cry. It’s the hand I hold when I feel scared.

Sometimes, love is an explosion – big and loud and passionate and bright, but there is only silence and destruction in the aftermath. I prefer the little pieces of love that fill my life – quiet, soothing, comforting, and never-ending.