And I will tell you about my love.
Only when you had loved!
Do you ever just loved someone?
Only one!
And when I say love, what do you mean?
Paradise? No!
I say love, I don't mean when you want to hold his hand intertwine your fingers, and never let go until you have to do something from your own body!
Or when hands become rough and sweats because you worked hard in sculpting each other's faces in your memories.
It means slowly leaving her hand and letting her go when the guard comes to you angrily, and you think I cannot understand your leaving!
It means you choose to be with him every single day; and the day can be good or bad you don't care because a day means spending your last seconds being with him and that single fact makes everything bearable and fine.
It means to write down your infinite feelings on a piece of paper, you find lying in the corner of your bed? Yes!
It means you choose to go out with him and spread your arms because you think that time should be spent on people who are worthy to share your life with, maybe for an hour, for a day, for a week or just for one and half month, and he is one of those people for you.
Love means you choose to support him, despite the failure and success, because you have a clear understanding of who you love and it's him, not his possessions.
It means running out of words to explain just how much you make me ache inside. So no, I don't think I just love someone. It is beyond, and forgive me for not having to encompass my lack of words.
Does it means to lie about yourself?
Your feelings?
Your pain?
Your health?
Your grief?
We did
I do.