The Kind Of Love

The Kind Of Love

By Angelica Dsouza I used to fall in love  with love itself   the kind that walked hand in hand down quiet streets, soft smiles, wrinkled eyes full of stories and still, still so much light.   I’d see old couples and dream of forever, wondering where love hides when the world feels so loud.   I thought maybe it was tucked in letters, in songs, in someone almost right.   but love didn’t come with fireworks or grand arrivals. it came gently.   it …