I don't get love.
I really do not.
And maybe that's okay,
maybe I am not meant to understand such a beautiful thing,
because I, myself, am not beautiful.
And that is also okay.
Maybe love is too hateful
(or not, because then I'd understand it)
or maybe love is infinite
(I wouldn't know)
or maybe love is just some word
we use to describe a feeling
that is simply indescribable,
that we cannot describe.
(sounds right)
So yeah,
I am in love with you.
*Whatever the hell that even means.