I just love love, even though I lack certain types or variations. I may not know what it means to share that romantic moment under a willow tree, but I can admire it like a stunning painting of a world made in the mind of the artist.
And in a way, I can share those moments instead with the others I love in the ways that I am able. I can tenderly touch my head to my friends and lean against them in the cold, or hug my sister close to me while we stand under the rain. I can run my hand down the earth and kiss the clouds that hang down from the sky.
There is something uniquely special about being able to do that. And I just am overwhelmed by how much I adore that.