A small and unnecessary list of things love is.

By Ellen Jenkinson, October 16, 2018

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Some of the time.

Some times love is just a black coffee, alone. At 6:38am on a balcony in socks.

Other times love is just a red dress that slides on like a spiders web, zips up like a vault and hangs like art. And I don’t mean that metaphorically – red dresses are the best. 

Unfortunately, other times love is just sitting by bed, in a cold tiled room with beeping machines and knots of tubes and wires. Waiting. With a hand that can’t squeeze back. 

But then sometimes love is just a little squiggly ball of luff and fluff. All tail and legs and spit. Bouncing and running, even when it’s raining outside and the ball went over the fence.

And other times love is just you – you exquisite little freak. You with your tiny wrists and your fringe that never does what its told. You with your pants that are allergic to your shoes and your extra long pinky nail. 

Sometimes, love is just a song that makes you want to stop and lay on the floor, close your eyes and be very still. It’s feeling the sounds in the gut of your bones.

Other times love is just a big glass of water after a salty dinner. Because how good is that.

And sometimes love is just someone seeing something – something other people haven’t seen, something you hoped would one day be seen. It’s having someone tell you you’re this, when you’ve always felt a little that.

Sometimes love is just having someone cut the mango off the skin for you. Even when you’re in a really bad mood and don’t deserve that kind of kindness. 

Then, other times love is just leaning over a stove on a winter’s morning, cooking porridge. Listening to Souls of Mischief in your underpants with no plans for the day.

And some of the time love is just timing. And timing is a wry little bitch.  

But most of the time love is just really fucking hard. But it’s kind of wonderful, isn’t it?

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