vineri, 7 august 2015

Love is

There is love in every sandwich and the reminder to eat every four hours. Now, even my body knows the schedule. There is love in the waiting for me and never complaining, although I know I am so terribly late sometimes. There is love in the patience, especially considering I am the patient one, not you. I feel so loved, so grateful, so peacefully blessed to be surrounded by care and understanding. And I smile to the knowledge that you will be pissed at me for writing this instead of calling to hear your voice. But maybe you won't be. Because you know there is love in every of these words.