“There’ll come a night when your bodies will entwine in the darkness, summer rain hammering on the windows in that uncompromising way it does sometimes, and you’ll peel your cheek from their clammy chest and you’ll whisper, quietly, shyly, perhaps, something about ‘home’. How the definition of that w…”— Kathy Brown, thoughtcatalog.comTagged: Love, Beautiful Language, Finding The One, Finding Love, My Favorites