After a vent I feel love. The love that calls for a cup of warm cocoa with mini marshmallows, whip cream, and a sprinkle of cocoa in a thick ceramic mug. The love that makes my body crave a soft cozy large couch that has big pillows and is perfect for me to cuddle up to Bing and have his arms around me and I can snuggle under a warm fuzzy blanket.
Okay, there is no cocoa in the house and we don't have any couch let alone one like that. But that is how I see love when I let go of my dark negative feelings. Often with a twist of desire to have a full beautiful skirt that is luscious and when I spin it spins around as high as my waist and has so much fabric it creates ripples.
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