Love?

Love. It’s a funny thing.

In the movies it looks like all sunshine and smiles. Like laughter and joy. But love is not always like that.

Love is sitting there and hoping, aching that they are okay.

Love is trying not to scream when they say they want to die.

Love is squeezing them as hard as you can so that you might be able to protect them and keep them in your arms, but not hard enough to hurt them.

Love is going to bed at night and crying for them to be there with you.

Love is sitting in the shower daydreaming and laughing about things they said.

Love is crying when they are anything but alright.

Love is sitting there and watching someone rip out their heart, feeling like yours is gone too.

Love is the blade in your chest when they’re not close.

Love is laughing your heart out and sunshine in your chest when you’re around them.

Love is not dirty. Love is not impure. Love is not selective. Love does not have to be only for mates. Love does not only happen between spouses.

Love is blind. Love is pure. Love is forgiving. Love is forever. Love is anywhere. Love is everywhere.

Love is a hug. Love is a killer. Love is torture. Love is a trap. Love is a drug.

Love. It’s inevitable.

Love. How can this be love?

 

Reviews

[HippieSoulPunx]

Yep, it's definitely not perfect. But nothing in life is, and most things that make people happy and fulfilled require work, and with that comes pain and struggle. Great writing, it highlights all the negatives, positives and complexities of one of the most-felt emotions. Very creative piece of writing :)