and then you asked “what’s love to you?” and i said
“when it’s raining thunderstorms outside. shaking every bone in the house. you’re in bed with a cozy blanket reading a good book and sipping hot tea. the room isn’t too hot or too cold but just perfect enough for you to stay comfortable in your little cocoon. the clouds outside are playing like little children and you’re listening to the mayhem they’re causing. hearing every drop of the rain ricochet on your window. but you love it because you’re safe in your little sanctuary. safe and warm. that’s what love is.”