Ink lings

Love is the hand that touches another’s heart
Love is laughing for no reason other than you want to
Love is saying silly things and not caring who hears them
Love is a feeling that you are better when you are together
Love is that high you feel when they return your smile
Love is the excitement of a kiss
Love is squeezing their hand and receiving a squeeze in return
Love is being together and not having to say a word
Love is the pain you feel when you think they have been harmed
Love is the lump in your throat when you say goodbye
Love is the fear that grips you when you first reveal your feelings
Love is doing something for no other reason then you know they will like it
Love is realizing you are no longer the person you thought you were
Love is assuming…

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs of questionable origin. I created this blog as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations since my wife is tired of hearing them and, after 50 some odd years, probably with good reason. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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