Hate is a strong word but love is equally strong yet we throw this word around like its' value is diminished. The question, "have you ever been in love?" should not be taken lightly. I don't know if I've ever been in love but if what I have felt before was love, it feels very much like the sweetest form of torture.
Love is many things. Love is how you want to hold his hand until your fingerprints melt together. Love is the way he caresses each word before he lets them leave his mouth. Love is what you want to scream at the top of your lungs but you're afraid someone else might hear you. Love is the way he laughs and how I'm only beautiful through the reflection of myself in his eyes. It's how when he comes up behind you, his arms wrapped around your neck and hands covering your eyes and he asks, "guess who?" and you know it's him by the feeling of his heartbeat against your back. Love is not a realization to me. It 's not a surprising strike of reality, or a truth that makes the heart sink when I become aware of its finality. It's simply a thought, like the kind that one would have when deciding what to wear that day. I like this shirt. It’s too hot for pants. I love him. An inescapable certainty, so irrefutable in my heart that I don't even bother trying to convince myself otherwise. Love is how everyone says it's unexplainable but you swear his very existence defines it all.
When you love someone so completely and irrevocably, every fibre of your existence can feel it. It’s felt within your heart; for you never thought it could beat so strongly for another. Your blood, for every whisper and every touch sparks up nerve endings that have never been ignited before.
But within your soul, it’s felt the most.
It cries the tears you’re too afraid to show to those around you. It mourns the love that’s just too far out of reach no matter how hard you try to grasp it within your hands and never let go. So the words you’re too afraid to speak stay locked within your mind, until inevitably they come spilling forth in a mess of tears and apologies. Your feet take you out of the closest door, you’re now hollow heart thudding in your ears; you’re blood- once laced with fire- now turned to ice.
You don’t look back.
I would love someone for his favorite books and what plagues his mind at the wee hours of the morning when he can't sleep. I'd love someone for the things he laughs at and how wide he smiles, the kind music he likes and how loud he sings to his favorite songs. I'd love someone for the scent of instant coffee in their breath in the morning and the way he subconsciously drums his fingers on the desk when he's thinking about something. I'd love someone for all their little quirks and habits. I'd love someone because of their broken wholeness. How they're imperfect in all the most flawless ways.
I don't look for anything in anyone. Love is not supposed to have a list of requirements to meet. It shouldn't be limited to petty things like physical appearance or intelligence for the same reason that love at first sight is all just a fluke.
Love is many things. Love is how you want to hold his hand until your fingerprints melt together. Love is the way he caresses each word before he lets them leave his mouth. Love is what you want to scream at the top of your lungs but you're afraid someone else might hear you. Love is the way he laughs and how I'm only beautiful through the reflection of myself in his eyes. It's how when he comes up behind you, his arms wrapped around your neck and hands covering your eyes and he asks, "guess who?" and you know it's him by the feeling of his heartbeat against your back. Love is not a realization to me. It 's not a surprising strike of reality, or a truth that makes the heart sink when I become aware of its finality. It's simply a thought, like the kind that one would have when deciding what to wear that day. I like this shirt. It’s too hot for pants. I love him. An inescapable certainty, so irrefutable in my heart that I don't even bother trying to convince myself otherwise. Love is how everyone says it's unexplainable but you swear his very existence defines it all.
When you love someone so completely and irrevocably, every fibre of your existence can feel it. It’s felt within your heart; for you never thought it could beat so strongly for another. Your blood, for every whisper and every touch sparks up nerve endings that have never been ignited before.
But within your soul, it’s felt the most.
It cries the tears you’re too afraid to show to those around you. It mourns the love that’s just too far out of reach no matter how hard you try to grasp it within your hands and never let go. So the words you’re too afraid to speak stay locked within your mind, until inevitably they come spilling forth in a mess of tears and apologies. Your feet take you out of the closest door, you’re now hollow heart thudding in your ears; you’re blood- once laced with fire- now turned to ice.
You don’t look back.
I would love someone for his favorite books and what plagues his mind at the wee hours of the morning when he can't sleep. I'd love someone for the things he laughs at and how wide he smiles, the kind music he likes and how loud he sings to his favorite songs. I'd love someone for the scent of instant coffee in their breath in the morning and the way he subconsciously drums his fingers on the desk when he's thinking about something. I'd love someone for all their little quirks and habits. I'd love someone because of their broken wholeness. How they're imperfect in all the most flawless ways.
I don't look for anything in anyone. Love is not supposed to have a list of requirements to meet. It shouldn't be limited to petty things like physical appearance or intelligence for the same reason that love at first sight is all just a fluke.
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