Dearest angel,
Has there been a time when there's so much you wanna tell the one you love, but it just doesn't come out. You love them for being the stupidest self, doing the weirdest thing. Maybe love, is a type of gratitude. Thanking a person for being so truthful to yourself, thanking them for trusting you so much to show you the most vulnerable part. In return, you reveal yours. What really love is, I dun think anyone can really explain. Maybe it is jsut everything combined in one.

Still learning,
Charlotte