Give me a love that is quiet and calm. That finds passion in the smallest moments, in the pauses between breaths. That believes in wishes and planning, that cools and changes, that finds itself again. That doesn’t thrive on hurt, but weathers the pain when it comes.
Give me a love that chooses to thrive, chooses to grow, chooses again. Water that love and make it greener, slowly, with purpose.
“Are you listening to me?”
He closes his eyes for a moment, steadies himself. Looks up from his hands to her questioning gaze. Smiles, with hope. Readies himself to fight.