It is so much easier to fall in love with someone physically. It is easier to feel at home when the minutes are endless and you are wrapped up tightly in someone else’s arms. It is much more difficult to feel safe when time is measured by the hours in between phone calls and even when you see each other, you remain separated by glass screens. It is much easier to fall in love with the carefully calculated way that someone carries themselves. It is much more difficult to fall in love with the raw, uncensored pieces of someone’s mind and soul.
An embrace and words are two very different things. The thrill of touch can fade. Routines are established and there really is nothing like the first several times. But when someone has nothing to give you but themselves? Nothing to make you fall in love but their hopes and dreams, the things that make them happy or sad, their habits and their greatest fears, all of the little pieces that make them their beautiful self, that is the best love of all.
— (via twentyisthenewblack)