Love is (not) Exceptional.


They say love is exceptional, hard to find, and harder to feel.
But maybe, love is just simple, soft, and almost see-through.
And for love is not always hefty promises, expensive gifts, and dinner rides. 
Love is aloo-tikki and dining at crowded tables. 
Love is bonding over pickles.
Love shines over white daisies and hand-drawn sunflowers.
Love is the face behind golden eyes and butterflies.
Love is having a liking about ghosts, baby penguins, and podcasts.
Love is laughing at the lame jokes and commentaries at the auditorium.
Love lies deep under the taunts and tussles over movie picks and daily snacks. 
Love is the morning alarm with extra cuddles when snoozed.
Love is the first chai and boatings on a less scary evening.
Love hides behind cracking the sleepy texts and after-sleep whispers. 
Love is talks and telepathies over texts and video calls.
Love is the shoulder on a moonless night.
Love hugs you tighter when you're the most broken.
Love is this one smile worth anything and everything.
Love is in everything.
Just maybe, a closer look is all it takes.
-J

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