little miss obsessed with love because she has never properly experienced it and still believes in the idealized version that she created in her mind
there is so much love to be found in the mundane: the clink of mismatched mugs crowding the countertop, buying bruised fruit at the market to make sure everyone finds a home, the gentle rocking of the washing machine syncing up with your heartbeat, rubbing your legs together under fresh blankets like a little cricket, the perfect crunch of an exceptionally crisp chip, jumping straight into a rain puddle and getting a good splash, that first soul-deep stretch after waking up, tucking your face into your favorite sweater and feeling the world slow to a halt, even just for a little bit.