My baseline for love is one I can’t quite describe. As a 30-something year old who is a yearner, romantic, and quiet observer, I think about love in all forms—often. Over time, I’ve realized we don’t all operate from the same definition of it. I notice the way people look at and talk about each other, and the small nuances that linger between couples that are both new and long-established.
For some, love is defined by space—the ability to exist independently while still feeling secure in the connection. For others, it’s words that consume.
