Mad love


It’s not boxes of gooey candy, or bouquets of fragrant roses. It’s not decadent, chocolate dipped berries, or silky red lingerie, nor drug store cards declaring your everlasting love.

It’s calling from a business trip to tell me ‘good morning’ even when you’re two hours earlier. It’s cleaning out the cat’s litter box because you know how much I hate that chore. It’s pushing me out the door on the weekends so I can have some ‘me time’ without guilt.

It’s that comfortable silence between us that says so much, and inside jokes that still make me smile. The text messages that make me blush and the looks that make me swoon.

It’s making me laugh until I can’t breathe, and loving me hard enough that it takes my breath.

It’s the little things that tell me I am loved every day, and not just one day out of the year.

When love is not madness, it is not love.” ~ Pedro Calderon de la Barca

Submitted to WordPress Daily Prompt. The theme was to “write an ode to someone or something you love”

*Photo venue: bridge graffiti near Ebro, FL

12 thoughts on “Mad love

  1. “It’s making me laugh until I can’t breathe, and loving me hard enough that it takes my breath.” BEAUTIFUL! Thanks for the post about the REAL love that flourishes outside of greeting cards and boxes of chocolates.


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