how foolish it is to think that we love only with our hearts. the heart is just an organ with a job to do, a quota to fill. when i love, i don’t want to love with a blood pumping machine. i want to love with every inch of my body.
i will love you with my knees and my fingertips, with my elbows and my collarbones. with my freckles and my knuckles, my wrinkles and my scars.
and i will love you with all the spaces in between..