Laughing Kind Of Love

Some love stories are quiet—whispers in candlelight, glances across the room.

Ours? Ours is louder.
It echoes through the trees when we walk through the park,
bursts out in messy, unfiltered laughter.
It’s the kind of love that wrinkles noses and waters eyes,
where the punchline is often “just being us.”

There’s something magnetic about laughter.
It strips away the serious,
pulls down walls we didn’t know we’d built,
and replaces them with warmth, play, and peace.

In these photos—
arms wrapped, heads thrown back,

grins wide like we’re both in on the best inside joke—
I see us.
Not the version we show the world,
but the real one:
goofy, deeply connected, honest.

This is the laughing kind of love.
It’s not always tidy.
It’s certainly not filtered.
But it’s ours.
And that’s everything.