From the outside people can look on. They can look at the quirkiness of you both, the total weirdness, the way you are together, the way you speak the way you laugh at things that aren’t funny and the way you kiss and they can pass judgement, they can comment, they can complain. But it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters.
From the inside it’s a different story. If you need the quirkiness, the weirdness, the way you are together, the way you speak, the way you laugh, they way you kiss, let it be…because if their tears make you want to change everything in the world so that it doesn’t hurt and when they can look at you can say a million things without a trace of sound, that’s the moment, that’s the proof that nothing or nobody else matters, family, friend’s, outsiders, nothing matters, because that’s the moment when you know that you love them for a million reasons.
Love has no face and it has no name. It has no weight and it has no vanity. Love is when the atmosphere, the emotion and the feelings connect to feel perfect, to flow without force or attempt, to form a steady stream to be built upon, flowing down the mountains and the countryside, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, to ride the rocks and the waterfalls and to slip back into what it started out as, to go back to the steady stream that will eventually join with the sea, to form an unbreakable bond that will circle the earth and always be there, ever present in people hearts. Love is not something you can see but love is something that will always be there. Love has its problems but it also has its beauty. Calming and picturesque, unrivalled perfection.