100 Words on Love, by Gena Raymond
When I was young, I thought love was like year round Miami summer and I was unprepared. Winter ended with heartbreaks and packed bags.
Now it’s summer again and this love is fresh and new. But now I know that winter will come soon enough.
So I will store every kiss and hug, every smile and touch, every kind word, to get us through.
And when the nights are cold and backs are turned, I will dust them off and cover us with their warmth.
And hope that this blanket of memories will carry us through the winter of our love.
More love, in 100 Words
Photo: Flickr/Irina Patrascu Gheorghita