I wanted so terribly to wholeheartedly adore him.

To break down my walls.
To lower my guard.
Dive headfirst into falling madly for him.

But I was no fool.

I knew that with every leap, came a landing

... and I can't say I was ready for the disaster that awaited me at the ground.

Jaw worked, a painful mix of emotions was felt as she stared loathingly into the soft eyes of the girl she held sacred.
Expression matched, two palms meet at the crystal divide that separated their worlds, foreheads suddenly joined.
A quiet moment of raw connection facilitates wordless understanding that flows back and forth like fluid. There are no questions here, no explanations, only validation.

She feels weightless here.

Eyes searching eyes, she catches a glimpse of what she knew would be found eventually.
The strength, the determination, the hold.
Weakened, but nevertheless blatantly present.

She knows why she came here today.

Face ******* in betrayal, she gives a shout of anger whilst ripping herself from the other, the distance apart becomes crucially important.
Gently, she holds herself from across the room, fiery frustration reduced to a resolve of tears now.

She has her answer.

Blinded by pain, she summons the rage to throw one last disgusted glare towards the girl crumpled on the floor mere feet from her, appearance identical.

She sneers. She couldn't deny it.

She hated her for loving him still.
She loved her for loving him still.

A small hand grasped my own as I looked over to meet young, innocent, inquisitive eyes.

“What is love?”

Taken aback, my eyes moved about vacantly as I inwardly searched for a meaning that meant something.

Smiling, I gently squeezed the little fingers intermingled with mine, and softly whispered,

"It is everything."