I did not have her written in my agenda with expectations.
There were no demands or obligations.
I did not care how she benefited me in the future, I just loved her.
I could not love her less under any hopeless condition.
There was no generic narrative on how our love should be written or any rules to follow under loves play book, there was no ulterior motives that were hidden, I just loved her.
I’ve seen her eyes running tears as she wept with despair. I heard the ugly truth from her mouth even ones I couldn’t bare.
Yet I would set my own ego to side because I would break too.
We can share this pain together, I thought, I can carry it for us too. I can’t explain why but even in the aweful moments like this, I just loved her.
You see, I could go to any place in the world and my heart would stay unmoved and unwavered.
For my love is like a tree that’s planted and its roots can hold on through many seasons. I cannot be moved so easily, for my loves foundation needs no reasons. Where I feel at place is not a home but a person and as long as she’s still alive, my love remains under all circumstances.
And this is what I know of love to be, it is my expression, it is a sensation, it is a feeling that doesn’t need to make sense to anyone but me.