For me, love is a desert.
It's a horizon that never ends and a scorching heat that burns my skin when I walk.
It's sore feet and a mouth that hasn't had a drop of water in years.

There is no oasis.

For me, love is dust that coats my body. Sand that irritates my eyes and gets in my hair. Love is an attempt to speak but no sound leaving my throat when I try.

Love is no one. Love is nowhere. Love is nothing.
Night never comes, an oasis never appears, a gust of wind never blows my tears away.
This is love.