“it’s Valentine’s Day”, i wrote.“how do you love?” i asked. “i want to know,if you love through the mundaneness of a regular noon, andif you love through a silent evening of unshared chores.do you love with your eyes, your fingers?would your nose curl into a smile if you caught a whiff of my scent?” “how can a nose curl?”, you may ask.well, i wouldn’t know, my nose never worked. “would you still be filled with love whiletaking miserable sips of the bland soups i make?”, i’d ask. “do you love every day, ordo you wait in anticipation for an event … Continue reading How do they Love?