Februarium post about where to love.

The best place for love, far better than any other, is in your lover’s arms after a fight. Nothing can match that passion, that intensity, that desire. No apology or reconciliation has quite the same emphasis unless it’s punctuated by make-up sex.

The arguments always seem silly afterwards when bathed in that post-coital glow. It makes your wonder if you’ll ever fight again (you will) and then if you’ll ever love like that again (you will).

Where is the best place for love? In your bed, surrounded by mussed hair, strewn clothes and passsionate kisses that are too furious to completely hit or miss their intended target.

The best place for love is right here, right now.