Love is…unprecedented.
     Scary. Terrifying even.
How could you not be afraid to give all of yourself- your mind to another person.
A broken heart is more than literary.
     But love is more than a confession.
Love is worrying about them- when you haven’t talked in days, weeks even.
          Thinking about them because every little thing brings them to mind- where are you at? Are you okay? I hope that even though I’m lonely, you are having fun, you are safe.
     Know that you are loved.
Maybe they were even right when they said
          Love is pain.
     But- love is also joy. Love can bring a smile to your face even knowing that you were a passing thought in their mind.
          Joy because finding someone you don’t have to put up a façade for is a miracle-
     Love feels like magic.
         Love is magic- and for the cynics who don’t believe in magic- maybe they don’t understand.
     It’s more than chemistry in the brain- more than simple endorphins. I believe that- I have felt that.
     And it hurts- but it’s worth it- even though a future broken heart is practically guaranteed.
          Love is worth it. And that’s all that really matters in the end.