It was like,
waiting for a bus
to pass by you,
holding an ice
until it melts
on your hand.
It was like,
saving a random stranger
and not asking
for anything in return.
It was like,
getting a tattoo
to satisfy your wants
even if you know
it will hurt so much.
That's Love.
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 6:56 AM UTC
