"What is your love language?"
I paused.
“Good question…
It's more than flowers.
More than playlists.
More than words of affirmation.
It's the ease.
The exhale.”
I realized I was answering in whimsy.
So I tried again.
“Ease.”
That's it.
Ease isn't luxury.Ease is someone quietly removing unnecessary weight.
That's my love language.
Not extravagance.
Relief.
"So..."
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