Attachment

Love is not a word I’m familiar with. I like to read a book by the fire with hot cocoa or tea fairies or dragons the sound of crackles pulls me away into a space of inspiration and comfort. Yet I don’t believe that I love it My like only goes so far I like the food my mom prepares with noodles or fish fruits or veggies the taste of citrus beacons me for more to a plate filled with familial nostalgia. Yet I don’t believe that I love it My like only goes so far Love is not a word I’m familiar with but the feel of your arms around me, with your heartbeat and warmth, occupies my mind where nothing but you exists The sound of your voice is soothing with your warmhearted tone and laugh it becomes a lullaby as I fall fast asleep Love is not a word I’m familiar with. But somehow for some reason I love you