Everyone experiences the freefall once in their life, I would hope. I would hope that everyone knows what it feels like when their heart explodes in love and turns to gooey mush inside them. There’s a particular feeling of safety and satisfaction when you know you’re loved and cared for, but beware. This love is not a trophy, because love is not a game to be played and won. But remember, too, it shouldn’t be a fight; it shouldn’t be something you have to scrimp and save to be able to afford. True love is not spent or stolen. True love is lived in, like a warm house with an open door, and a place at the table, always welcoming. 

Today’s poetry prompts were: freefall, trophy, and scrimp and save.

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