What is love?Â
Is it something to wait for? Is it something you are destined to?
What is to be loved? Maybe it is the tingles on your belly or that goofy smile you can’t get rid off.Â
Or is it when you interwined fingers when sharing the deepest fears? Or when you let them see you as you, naked in body and mind like a newborn, scared of what sorounds you and tearing up at the unknown.Â
I think I’ve been in love - or still am. I think I know what is it like.
I think it means to love uncondicionally, not every aspect but surely most of them. Is it to provide them the assurance that they are doing the right thing and that they aren’t wrong...?
...that you are wrong, and you aren’t as flawless as you think you are? That what your gut tells you, wasn’t right for the both of you. That it isn’t okay to go out with your friends, that you must have sex or he will not be in peace, and, oh, that piercing you got? Nah, it doesn’t fit you well enough.
He is enough, he is allowed, he is only yours.
...Yes, he is all. You are in love, right?
But, what is love?
