The thing that it takes years to learn is that isn’t anything close to love.
Love happens when they aren’t holding you.
It happens when they are washing dishes while whistling pop songs, or chewing on the end of a pen doing the crossword, or falling asleep in a chair reading a book.
It is stories told in the dark, at 3 AM with your eyes closed.
It is hating the way they say your name when you are fighting, how they tell you everything can be fixed when you are convinced it can’t.
Love is what happens when you aren’t touching but your heart still swells for them like a wave in a storm.
Love is what happens during all the moments you blink.