Love is a powerful thing. Noun or verb, sweet or tainted, microbursts or not, whether you believe in the romance of it or not, there's no denying its existence.
And it's almost impossible for me to fully comprehend that there are hundreds thousands millions billions of love stories in this world, long ago and in the future and right now.
Love is a powerful thing. Many-splendored. Like the ocean. Nearly incomprehensible but not invisible, and not rare.
And that is something I have to take comfort in.
Sunday Secrets
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