When a person is your whole world,
An image without them just cannot be formed.
Every moment is a moment with them.
Every memory a piece of Our Life Together.
And you think, this is love.
This heart- and mind- consuming feeling, that he will always be yours.
Ownership.
Over a person? Yes.
But more.
After all those years, he knows you, better than anyone, you always say.
Things feel comfortable and...right.
But is that the definition of love?
How can one define a word consisting of so many different words to begin with?
To each his own, and so it is.
But i say, this is not love.
Waking you up just to jump off the pier at midnight, hands intertwined.
Love is spontaneous.
When you're in a crowded space and there is only one thing, just that one person, that sticks out, a bond stronger than the others, holding you there. You can't break free, and don't know why.
Love is unquestionable.
Missing dinner for a game in overtime.
Love is unnerving.
Coming to sit by your side, even after a fight. No words, the star-speckled sky will do the healing.
Love is simply the act of being there.