So this thing called love.
The warm embrace of someone who cares and who you know has your back. The taste of their lips when they wake up in the morning. The way your skin sticks to theirs when you have been cuddling for too long. The faint scent they leave on you as a nostril suprise for later.
The way "I love you" rolls of your lips like it had always been there just waiting for the right person. They way a single laugh can shake the foundation of a fight like it had never even happened. The way a past struggle is easy when they are around. The way the stars look different when you think about each other. The way you learn and grow in spite of both being pig headedly stubborn. The way it finally feels easy.
Love doesn't have to be a word borrowed by others who might know it better. Love is felt in a hug, tasted in a kiss, smelt on the air, and heard through a word. It is passion and heartache, it knows no bounds. It is a thorn in your side but also the release of its own pain. Love is a four letter word that can lift you to new heights that never seemed imaginable but it can also drag you to the pits of hell and spit on your soul. Love has changed and I think I like it.
The warm embrace of someone who cares and who you know has your back. The taste of their lips when they wake up in the morning. The way your skin sticks to theirs when you have been cuddling for too long. The faint scent they leave on you as a nostril suprise for later.
The way "I love you" rolls of your lips like it had always been there just waiting for the right person. They way a single laugh can shake the foundation of a fight like it had never even happened. The way a past struggle is easy when they are around. The way the stars look different when you think about each other. The way you learn and grow in spite of both being pig headedly stubborn. The way it finally feels easy.
Love doesn't have to be a word borrowed by others who might know it better. Love is felt in a hug, tasted in a kiss, smelt on the air, and heard through a word. It is passion and heartache, it knows no bounds. It is a thorn in your side but also the release of its own pain. Love is a four letter word that can lift you to new heights that never seemed imaginable but it can also drag you to the pits of hell and spit on your soul. Love has changed and I think I like it.