You don’t have to hashtag it.
I don’t need photographs of red roses, carefully filtered, an Etsy vase in Valencia light. I don’t want macaroons or macarons or chocolates carefully gift wrapped in gilt paper, a bow on the top, to be chain-eaten in miserable succession one rainy Tuesday evening, washed down guiltily with the last of the flat champagne. You don’t need to tell me I am a princess and I don’t need four kisses on the end of each text message and you don’t need to find it quirky that I refuse to eat my crusts or love the way I forget to take the plug out of the bath.
I don’t need photographs of red roses, carefully filtered, an Etsy vase in Valencia light. I don’t want macaroons or macarons or chocolates carefully gift wrapped in gilt paper, a bow on the top, to be chain-eaten in miserable succession one rainy Tuesday evening, washed down guiltily with the last of the flat champagne. You don’t need to tell me I am a princess and I don’t need four kisses on the end of each text message and you don’t need to find it quirky that I refuse to eat my crusts or love the way I forget to take the plug out of the bath.
Love is not kissing in the rain, love is not big gestures or
long holidays abroad or discount spa days bought from dodgy websites or dinners
in basement Mexican restaurants served by Indian waiters in sombreros. Love is
not a Facebook status, it is not #blessed, it isn’t breakfast in bed or lacy underwear
or the smell of perfume on your pillow.
Love is the spaces in between. Love is knowing when to say
yes and when to say no. It is taking a deep breath and saying sorry, it’s okay,
hi, I love you.
I need you to tell me when I’m being out of line, and then
hug me anyway. I need a kiss on the end of my nose when I slam my finger in the
bathroom drawer. You need to meet me at the station when it’s late and I’m tired
and cold, you need to eat my burnt offerings at dinner and insist
enthusiastically that you love them. I want you to tell me I’m pretty and order
me pizza when I say I look fat. Build me up, believe in me, love me. Love is
coming home.
This is such a lovely post!:) And so truthful, I want to share this a million times. It's what love really is about! :) x
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Yes! All of this! Especially the ordering pizza bit hahaha. It's a shame people need to be told this but they really do! Love, like Valentines day, has become a farce for so many xxx
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