My love is just like any other love.
Powerful. Weak.
I doubt. I fear.
I hurt. I get hurt.
I get mad. I get strong.
And all along, I learn.
I don’t express it through the words I love you, not so often. But I express it in any way that I am. I express it in my kisses and my caress, in my poems and my goodnight message. After I say goodnight, I turn off my wifi and I go to sleep.
Because I didn’t send it to receive an answer, a sweet message back. I did it because this is how I feel, I want you to enjoy the night and I wish you to sleep well.
I show my love not only in what looks good (a smile, a dress fallen on the floor, connection moments, funny jokes etc). I show my love also when I’m angry, when I’m anxious, when I fear, when I don’t hide and show myself just as I am. I show my love when I don’t pretend to be somebody else, a perfect person without any flaws.
I show my love when I am light, I show my love when I am dressed in shadows.
~It creeps into my chest, uninvited and untamable
It’ll bring you to your knees… if you did it right
What I know for sure about love is that you never come out of it the same
You can feel it… the secret under your tongue
Burning like fire, but sweet… And it creeps up to your cheeks and makes you smile
And suddenly, you look down and you see your heart’s veins reaching, reaching, clinging to someone else’s heart.