@andpassion ( 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐙𝐙𝐄𝐑 ) : curls up against marvin in his sleep .
SLEEP NEVER COMES EASY , only achieved after overcoming mental hurdles of wild and self - indulgent fantasies , then bouts of guilt and shame , and now a days [...] love . as usual , whizzer has fallen asleep first , leaving marvin alone with his thoughts : what once was a fitful , lonely misery is now kind , peaceful .
night begins to creep into the early hours of the morning , which , this time for marvin , seem to beg the question : how do you define love ? any dictionary or thesaurus might pose suggestions [affection , fondness , adoration , ...] that are a good start , but fail to delve deeper into its complexity (an elaboration , marvin has learned , love certainly deserves) : love is exciting and fun , yet also calming . it's acceptance and freedom , yet also forgiveness . it's heat and passion , yet also innocence . it's more .
maybe , then , answer is found not in words , but in moments . the recoveries after their stumbles , a hand held tight , a knowing glance . whispers of a pet name , listening to a heartbeat , the journey of lips from forehead to cheeks until meeting in a kiss with noses bumping right before . curling up together in bed , teasing with breaks of laughter . a shared bathroom mirror before work , laying across one's lap , occupying the same space in comfortable silence . it's healing and it's growing , the entirety of their journey [past, present, future] and the promise of choosing to do this again and again . still , it's more .
perhaps , ultimately , it's a pointless endeavor to try to limit love to words or actions . LOVE JUST . . . IS . it's not the most sophisticated answer and marvin could roll his eyes at the anticlimactic finale of this internal debate lasting for who the hell knows how many hours now , but train of thought is abandoned as whizzer twists and turns (sometimes away , sometimes towards) and marvin smiles as it's the latter .
carefully , as to not rouse him out of his sleep , marvin shifts closer . arms wrap around whizzer's abdomen , legs tangle , and lips brush against his jaw before head settles against his chest . the rhythm of whizzer's heart is soothing , and it's not long before eyelids grow heavy and fingertips that idly trace patterns against lover's spine slow to a stop . it's not aloud , but a mantra of i love you , i love you , i love you plays in marvin's head until he too falls asleep . . . and THIS here is love .