What I like least about love is when the love of your life begins to feel like a part of your body, an arm,a leg, when you hear him call your name and remember that he is away on a business trip, when you feel a tug on your heart string when you see his doctor's appointment on the calendar for a physical in August.
What I like least about love is when you look at the love of your life from the window as he pulls weeds, plants tulips and daffodils because he knows they are your favorite flowers and if it were up to him he would have a rock garden, and you remember how long you have been married, and it takes your breath away.
What I like least about love is the melting of hearts, yours and his, which no one ever told you about.
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This is just lovely! Love is so difficult to write about and not sound cliched or sappy. This is neither. It's beautiful, and original, and moving.
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