As I look around my room, I see love...
Love is a projector. It magnifies feelings for the world to see.
Love is a book. Sometimes people judge it because of what it covers.
Love is time. Funny thing is I can’t seem to get the timing right. It’s like punctuality and tardiness are on my shoulders screaming red light! Green light! But I often stay in the middle and proceed with caution.
Love is our checking account. It may seem like I have a black heart, but I’m just trying to keep us out of the red.
Love is a plunger. The pressure to make it work clogs my thoughts and at times I feel like I need a plumber but it’s costly. I never knew why you invested so much because I was the one that was good at handling the big problems but I’ve since learned it’s the little things that fall through the crack.
Love is an iPad. To get the most out of it requires application, after application, after application.
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