breathe ...

What does it mean to belong to somebody? To allow anyone to call you “theirs”?

Isn’t enough to give them our lips to kiss? our thoughts? our smiles? our hugs? share our faith? the power of our breathtaking moments? the loudness of our laughter? the rawness of our jokes? the passion of our arguments? the movement of our hips? our moments of silence? our gestures and wrinkles? our non-sense? … isn’t that enough?

Is there a need for more words than moments? .. in my “life book” it’s enough and plenty to hear your every breathe instead of hearing your every speech. 
"love doesn't have definition, because when it has it will be limited"