Love

It isn't all-consuming, but it definitely consumes most. I hunger for you, yearn to be with you, and the simple thought of you brings a smile to my face. I feel full and heavy, like love is a thick, warm liquid that has been poured inside my empty shell and I am now filled to the brim with it, a rich, red, pulsing light.

It's desperate and terrifying, for my whole being rests in your hands and you could easily and carelessly shatter me at any moment. But it is also restful, gentle, peaceful. Because I know I have your love in return, I feel like I can move mountains and compose the kind of symphonies that create universes. I feel stronger than anything, as long as I have you. It's a heady, dizzy, ridiculous feeling, and I hope it never ends.

When I touch you, I feel as if I could melt into your skin and become one whole entity instead of two halved beings. Once joined, we would be safe, together. I want to climb inside your head and see what you think of this person, that sunset, those words. I want to hold your hand and never let go, sleep beside you and never rise from bed, kiss you softly and never let our lips part. I want to stop time and have an eternity to spend with you.


I can't think of any clever, meaningful, or non-cliche way to close a post about love. Love is, and everyone should try it at least once.