Love

Your eyes show the love I fail to see in others.

Your happiness is contagious. I can feel you, layers beneath my skin.

Your hands fit perfectly filling spaces between my fingers.

My head on your shoulder and your hand on my waist.

Mesmerized by your touch I breathe out your name.

You are what peace feels like.

A blessing in my life, the smile on my lips, the glow on my face.

The words you utter sounds like music to my ears.

You taste like the morning tea that I crave for so much.

Your love is everything for me.

A long time ago, I read somewhere the difference between love and like with the example of a flower. If you like a flower you will pluck it and keep it with you, it’ll die eventually. But if you love a flower, you’ll water it every single day and just adore its beauty. You’ll let it live.

Now, you love your parents, your friends, and your pet. But here we are not talking about that. We are talking about the love that changes the game for you, that gives you butterflies in your stomach, doesn’t let you sleep at night, makes your heart bounce and makes your world stop. We are indeed talking about the love that is romanticized. The love that you often read in books.

Your love could be walking through the corridors searching for you, my love could be leaving me on seen. Your love could just live where you are. My love could be living in a different country. Your love could be sleeping in the library and perhaps you can’t find love. My love could be sitting right next to me but I can’t recognize.

Your love could be a girl or could be a boy just depending on whom you like. Your love may not have boundaries. My love could be testing my patience every single day but still has time to call whenever I’m sad. My love doesn’t keep promises but knows how to love. Your love might leave you one day.

But it doesn’t end here because love isn’t a tangible asset that you can hold. Love needs to be set free. Love knows no places to be. Love is maybe a feeling for me. Love maybe your reality. Love can make you live and love can make you lose. Love can happen twice or can never happen again. Love can be specific or love has no type. Love is just the way you wanted it to be or not at all preferred by me.