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Love.
How do you define it?
I guess it’s up to the individual. Love can be a sweet gesture of flowers on
your anniversary. Love can be a meal waiting at home after a long day at work.
Love can be a gentle caress. Or the unspoken words in your lover’s eyes.
Love isn’t a
backhand, given because of a warm beer. Love isn’t wearing long-sleeves to hide
bruises from the ladies at the supermarket.
I thought I’d never
experience love. Such emotion didn’t seem to fit with what I had—who I was.
But he stepped in,
and showed me his.
He pulled me from the
dark abyss I had lost myself to, and showed me the simple things which could
bring such joy. Sun on my face. The smell of fresh coffee. Colours in the
autumn leaves. All the little things.
He shows me these
things, but he doesn’t share in them. He knows happiness, but he doesn’t feel
it. He will give love, but never accept it.
He saved me. Now it’s
my turn to return the favour …
Originally
born and bred in Canterbury, New Zealand, Max now resides with her family in
beautiful and sunny Queensland, Australia.
Life with
two young children can be hectic at times, and although she may not write as
often as she would like, Max wouldn’t change a thing.
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