I used to think love was burning red and passion and chaos. Until I found you and it was golden and warm,
like a sunrise
like daylight
I used to think that love was hot and that it was supposed to hurt. Until I found you and it was as cool as an ocean breeze in the morning, not so cold that your bones chill, the kind of cool you feel on your face and breathe it in,
welcoming it,
hoping it lasts forever
