Love asks us to be fearlessly vulnerable.
There’s a delicate, precious center of your soul. True love has us simply cup our hands like we’re holding a baby bird, and offer it to another person. We give over the sweet, the delicious and the perfect; and it is the only gift that has any real meaning in this world.
Cupped hands pass each other with equally precious glass cargo, each containing different colors and textures. To be held by the other, in love.