There are moments, I find myself treasuring more than anything else in this world, such as my life. Perhaps it's the loving look he gives, or the way his bright blue eyes search my very soul, or the way he professes his love towards me and about me. His undying demeanor and constant loyalty reassures me that he's faithful. Maybe it's his innocence, I find so vulnerable and apart of me wanting to always keep him safe from the cruel world. Hence, with all these moments and events that take place I still question his love. Obviously, it's me? What's wrong with me? Is it because I've been loved and known love more than once in my life? Although his love is far different from all other lovers, I've had in the past. So different? I slowly start to uncover my demons once again. Yet, he's done his best to subside them and dismissed them with his logic, but when I am alone for far too long I feel them creeping at my soul. Searching for flaws and moments of desperation in which I begin questioning my happy life, my normal life. What is normal? I don't want normal, still there are times I need it all to make sense. So I can feel secure and stable within my walls. Although, there's apart of me that yearns for freedom, and unknowingly searching. Searching for what though? Myself? Love? Life? The unknown? I have it and yet, I need more? I need experience, I need adventure, I need more outta this ordinary life...
Maybe I'm not meant to be tamed or really loved, or to be loved and never owned?
Or could it just be my curiosity, or temptation?
These are the moments I find myself questioning everything.