Why Do We Love?

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You asked what I’m looking for.

I’m asking myself why we even need love in the first place. Not because I’ve never felt it, but because I’m the kind of man who wonders what’s behind the things he feels.

But it’s here, isn’t it? It’s right here; our reason for loving. The reason for love to exist.

It’s right in front of us, right under our noses.

I want a Sunday morning with coffee in the press, homegrown music in the air and breakfast on the stove.

I want the sun pouring through the window setting fire to the pages of the book you’re reading while my fingers find life amongst the black keys on the piano.

I want the lilting melody you hum while I play and the sureness of your hand as you place it on the back of my neck when you come to sit on the bench beside me.

I want to walk beside you in a frigid field with new snow underfoot, crackling and squeaking with each step, our breath forming clouds that remind us we’re alive. I want to bump into your shoulder as we step in time because it’s too cold to hold hands. I want the smile on your voice as you tell me about the most magical things that have ever happened to you.

When we stop in conversation it’s never because we’ve run out of things to say; It’s to listen to the river and to listen to…