Tonight it's in the swaying of trees and the sheets of rain that I find my understanding.
There has been a declaration of truth.
And where vulnerability is even just touched upon, exponential growth has occured.
This is a kind of love that is perhaps misunderstood, but when questioned is found to be profoundly beautiful: realized only to those who are close: close in conversation.
How sweet it is to know love.
And to know it confidently.