By Laeni Rose
As I have grown, so too has my understanding of the word “love.” It takes on many nuances, situationally depending, but to be “in love,” ah, now that is a special kind. That particular love is the mist in your eyes as you recall tender moments from the past. It is the deep warmth that radiates from your chest until it envelopes you entirely. It’s the security and contentedness of your hand in someone else’s; of their arms around yours. The wistful yearning for the home your heart once had, or the bitter regret of the pain it once caused you. Or, best of all, the safety you see, for your heart and your soul, reflected in the eyes and the smile of another.