This isn’t true love.
It is whole love.
This is the kind of love that completes your soul. The kind of love you don’t mind working on or investing in or hurting for or losing sleep over. It is big love that isn’t panicked or rushed or overwhelming. It is as smooth and round as a ball and as big as the world.
And just like a circle, it never ends. It just keeps coming right back to you, bouncing it’s way through your shattered heart and filling it up once again.