![]() ![]() Click ‘Customise Cookies’ to decline these cookies, make more detailed choices, or learn more. Third parties use cookies for their purposes of displaying and measuring personalised ads, generating audience insights, and developing and improving products. This includes using first- and third-party cookies, which store or access standard device information such as a unique identifier. If you agree, we’ll also use cookies to complement your shopping experience across the Amazon stores as described in our Cookie Notice. We also use these cookies to understand how customers use our services (for example, by measuring site visits) so we can make improvements. Love is a quiet, reassuring, relaxing, pottering, pedantic, harmonious hum of a thing something you can easily forget is there, even though its palms are outstretched beneath you in case you fall.We use cookies and similar tools that are necessary to enable you to make purchases, to enhance your shopping experiences and to provide our services, as detailed in our Cookie Notice. I know that love happens under the splendour of moon and stars and fireworks and sunsets but it also happens when you’re lying on blow-up airbeds in a childhood bedroom, sitting in A&E or in the queue for a passport, or in a traffic jam. It’s the texts: ‘Hope your day goes well’, ‘How did today go?’, ‘Thinking of you today’ and ‘Picked up loo roll’. It’s saying ‘You’re safer here than in a car’ as they hyperventilate on an EasyJet flight to Dublin. It’s hanging up their laundry when they leave the house having moronically forgotten to take it out of the washing machine. It’s folding down pages of books you think they’d find interesting. It’s lying on the sofa together drinking coffee, talking about where you’re going to go that morning to drink more coffee. I also know that love is a pretty quiet thing. It’s a big, beautiful, ebullient force of nature. It’s walking along the street together on a Saturday night and feeling an entire city is yours. ![]() It’s waking up in a country neither of you have been in before. It’s introducing them to your colleagues at a work event and basking in pride as they make people laugh and make you look lovable just by dint of being loved by them. I know that love can be loud and jubilant…It can be dancing in the swampy mud and the pouring rain at a festival and shouting “YOU ARE AMAZING” over the band. ![]()
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