unconditional

Dear Ranu,

for love is not in perfection found—

but in the chaos of our ways.

It's in the hands that hold at our worst—

and in the eyes that never look away.


Love, N


Comments

  1. Dear love…… to me, you are the finest form. It’s the way you hold my heart
    and every glance that meets with mine.

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