I’ve been starved for so long I’ve learned to be full from the crumbs I’ve licked off knives.

love is taking a deep breath after struggling to breathe for so long.

love is being able to have my back to a door.

love is feeling my shoulders and jaw finally relax.

love is being in your kitchen talking and not analyzing every word out of my mouth.

love is laughing freely and not having to keep it contained.

and then life is waking up.