It’s easier to jump off a cliff than it is to love. Let me clarify that statement. One you know exactly what’s going to happen, the other is entirely unpredictable. One is quick. The other takes time. One is you, and the other takes two. And although we end up falling in either case, one brings death, the other bares life. To love is not easy. I mean to really love; the type of love that breaks down all your walls, tears your flesh right off your bones, shatters your knees, rips out your heart, and captures your soul.
Somehow you’ve made love so easy; I mean the feeling, not the process if I’m honest. I look at you and I see you shine. It’s crazy how at least right now, you’re mine. I don’t know what the future holds for me and you, together or alone. I do know that I love you though. That all I want is the best for you, so you continue to smile, grow, and glow.
Yeah, it’s easier to jump off a cliff than it is to love, but you’ve unpredictably turned that around overtime, barring new moments, new feelings, new meaning, new life.
