love effects everyone differently. for me, love is a bit like anxiety. it starts in my fingertips and tingles like pins and needles against my skin, it is like a static shock, or like running your hand across a black and white tv screen. it makes my face pink, hues of excitement and embarrassment and a bit of adoration, love effects me like an array of paint, it visibly makes me a human canvas. my eyes crinkle up when i smile, in the crooks i hide away my insecurities because when im with you they don't really exist. love makes me feel like ive been struggling through harsh waves my whole life and now, the waves lapping the shore align with my slow heartbeat, love is calm. love is a rush. love is ten thousand things stuffed into three words that spill from his cherry lips, you tell yourself you're too naive but god you'd do anything to have his smile at your convenience for the rest of your life. love is him. and you. and something you've never quite felt before, but you'd never want to live life without it.
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Randomi wrote this when i thought love was the look in his eyes rather than mine.
