“I love the fact that you have protected a part of your day for love. Love is never mundane.”
After reading Impromptu Promptling’s post Breakfast of Champions I spent some time reflecting on the relationship between intimacy, shared time and loneliness.
Love is not mundane, can never be mundane. By it’s nature it negates the mundane. It brightens where darkness had fallen, warms what was once cold and colours the grayest day.