for whoever you'd like it to be for
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what counts as love?
is it the slight brush of hands, the eyes that meet from across the room?
or is love not a person, but music notes strung together
creating a euphonious melody?
might it be the smell of fresh grass after an early morning's drizzle,
the fading streaks of colour on the world's canvas, the sun's golden rays
shining onto your back and the sudden warmth that becomes a source of comfort.
thinking about it, all of this is happiness.
is love not a form of happiness?
is love not a form of hurt, regret, grief and acceptance?
is love not beautiful?
i think if you observe life and take in every little detail of its glory,
you'll find that love - beautiful, incoherent love - is everywhere.
- jewel nyu, observe.
