Love

what is it?

i think back to the

times that she held my hands

holding them really tight

- ‘It’ll all be all right~.’

Love

what is it?

the moments where she

reminds me to at least carry

a sweater, or jacket to keep

me nice, and warm, toasty

Love

is her

the things She does

her acts of unwavering

compassionate & undying affection

towards not only me, myself ‘n’ I

but to us all— Her dear ones, beloved.

#Love{luhv}.

#WhatIsLove?

As soon as I knew you were leaving I started pushing you away. Falling out of love was better than being separated from your true love. I know you did and believed the same, but we were fools to think that way. We all handle grief in our own way. You started ignoring me, and I lied and said you were no more than a substitute for my true love. I think through tears we both could see good things for one another on the horizon. And we both were afraid of holding the other back. I once saw written on a shirt from my trip to San Francisco that said “love is a lie, lover is a liar”. We each lied to protect the other. We voluntarily took on the others burden of heartache. I suppose we both found true love after all. I miss you more than you’ll ever know my love, but you’ll never know because I mustered the strength to tell you one last lie that would keep you from ever thinking of me again. “Please never look back. All I want is your happiness. Don’t worry about me, I won’t miss you at all.”