“Perhaps we will never define love, because it is far too big a term with far too many moving components to be nailed down to a single word. But if we take things individually — if we let ourselves feel the way their arm snakes behind our backs while walking, the way a palm cups a chin for a kiss, the way lips feel when buried in the crook of a neck, then maybe we can grasp what it is about this person that makes us feel so exquisitely alive. Surely they are just flesh and bone like every other lanky animal running to catch the train, but somewhere between that spot on the small of their back and that dimple that only fully forms on one side, they became what it means to be happy.”

— Chelsea Fagan, You Have Such Beautiful Hands

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