Love is getting lost.
Love is becoming someone you've never known before.
Love is a math problem.
Love is grasping for yourself and only getting air.
Love is meeting the in-laws for the first time.
Love is suddenly not knowing the end of your story.
Love is becoming dependent, right as you were becoming independent.
Love is watching and waiting.
Love is being a fool, and not minding. Mostly.
Love is cleaning up messes.
Love is a longed-for trip to Paris.
Love is being put in a mental institution.
Love is getting over your pet peeves.
Love is hiding.
Love is confessing. Everything.
Love is spending more time on something than you intended.
Love is falling down and cutting your knee.
Love is a late night ice-cream run.
Love is being able to breath easier.
Love is being claustrophobic.
Love is falling down, getting that sinking feeling, and then, maybe, perhaps, someone catching you for the first time.
Love is getting found. Finally.
Evangeline, m'dear, you have a story. It hurts, I can tell.
ReplyDeleteLet it go. You will fail miserably if you don't.
Love is grasping for yourself and only getting air... that is amazingly profound... It is the best line of the whole post, and your writing abilities are amazing.
ReplyDeleteGreat work. You can really tell how you are feeling about this. I'm excited to see what else you will come up with
ReplyDeleteyou are so good. There is a lot of emotion put into it. I agree, it tells a story. I especially love "Love is suddenly not knowing the end of your story."
ReplyDeleteNeat! I really like the story that is told. Love has it's own story afterall. My favorite line is "Love is grasping for yourself and only getting air." Keep it up!
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