love is messy
it is not perfect. it is a rollercoaster; a fucking wild ride.
it goes up, up, up and then when you think it can't get any better, it crashes and tumbles and suddenly you're left at 3am crying intertwined between tear stained pillows and crumpled empty bed sheets.
it goes down, down, down and then one hug makes you realise that home is his arms and that hearing his heartbeat is like hearing your favourite song and that a kiss planted on your forehead makes you feel as if heaven truly exists.
don't expect it to be even. don't expect it to be monotone.
it is anything but that. if you want a true love, it will be a wild love.