What if love is just an idea? What if love doesn't exist? What if it's just our imagination that makes it up? What if we only convince ourselves that we are in love but we really aren't? And that's why we struggle until we find the ugly truth which only a few are strong enough to face it up. Love joint us but also love pulled us apart.
But why? Why would I have made it up? I fell for you. I knew I had fallen for you when we looked at each other a little too long to be just friends. When your laugh became my favorite melody. When you held my hand and it felt like holding my whole world. When your eyes crushed into mine, and I couldn't help looking away. When seeing you enter the room was nerve-racking: Should I go and say hello? Should I just pretend I haven't seen you? But the butterflies always guided me to your arms. When I kept replaying all our memories and all your words on my mind. When I could never experience anything without wishing you were there with me. And half of my heart was ripped off each time you went away.
But for me love is not an idea, love is not a thought. Love is not a word, it is much more than four letters. It isn't a body, bodies deteriorate, love doesn't. It's like a shooting star. Sometimes you see one flying across the sky, sometimes it's looks like a shooting star but it's just a plane passing by.
Love is not a feeling because I can see it, I see it in your eyes. Love is not beauty, it's art, I see it in your smile. Love is not a space, it's a place, it's called home. And love exist. It's three letters, it's you.
YOU ARE READING
A Hundred Roses
PoetryAnd suddenly, I couldn't tell anymore if it was me the one reading her words or her words were the ones that kept reading my soul
