From my first memory of leaning into my brother who I loved so much by three years of age I asked him to marry me.
From his scanty eyed looks when I made poor choices, to his defense if I was poorly treated.
It’s always been about love.
From my kiss on his forehead soon after he died, to waiting in dreams for the return of his big eyes. Love lives though lives pass.
From the first glimpse of starlight—my baby’s first wink—to our first open aired car ride. I can’t even tell you—
it’s always been about love.
From that first kiss when teeth clanged, to exchanging “I do’s ”, our hearts sang.
Sometimes something comes to me, and I understand. Love reveals more of who we are than all that time spent trying to figure it out—
it’s always been about Love.