There are all kinds of love. Nervous love. Puppy love. Sibling love. Comfort love. There’s also Nikki love.
It’s a love that knows every bit of your selfish insanity yet still loves you. It’s a love that must do everything imaginable to help. Because you are amazing. This love aches and uplifts and cherishes. It doesn’t question or begrudge, or reason. It doesn’t make sense. When you’re loved this way you actually feel loved – you feel it hush your skin, and seep deep under your bones.
When I experience this kind of love I’m inspired to love others with it.