It was so good watching you smile, hearing you laugh and feeing your touch–
Was so comforting listening to your stories and erupting in laughter to your jokes
The journey with you, no matter how short, is a source of adrenaline
I guess that’s how mornings are when you are inlove…or maybe that’s how mornings are when last night was so much fun!
To love you is to carry you with me everyday, not seeing you but still feeling a connection between us…yearning to be next to you because that is where home is
To love you is to sacrifice my happiness for yours, because when you are happy so am I, either way I am smiling
To love you is to drown myself in tears trying to explain how I feel but I just can’t seem to get the right words out…or make any sense at all
To love you is to close my eyes and allow my heart to wander carelessly in the dark because I have no limits, no boudaries and intentions to stop
To love you is to love you blind…Am I making any sense yet?
It’s the sort of power that clips a bird’s wing and removes the air from their feathers ending their feeling of freedom
The sort of power that washes away memories and pain when your heart is breaking
The sort of power that compels and leaves you vulnerable
The sort of power that determines when you smile and decides just how long you cry
It’s the power of love
And sometimes the most dangerous thing is when the person with this power has no clue that they have it…
Go on and cry now…
It’s because I love me enough for the both of us why nothing you do can break my joy.
What is your definition of love?
What makes you laugh?
What brings you peace-of-mind?
What floats your boat?
What do you define as beautiful? or sexy?
What you say versus what I say-
Because every dish can be named the same, but each will have it’s own flavor
That being said…why then do you compare your life to others?