Some days love is quiet, like today. It doesn’t shout from the rooftops. It just is. Some days love is comfortable, like a soft blanket on a winter’s day. It’s always there keeping you warm while you move through the days and nights of your life. Love can be many things. So when I don’t write beautiful words, or wonderful poems, remember, you are part of me, that part that calls me home at the end of the day.