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“What is love?” She asked me, bright eyed and bushy tailed, while the storm raged on outside, beating on the ground almost as hard as you did on my heart.
Tears turning my vision blurry, refusing to look her in they eyes, I answered,
“Love is a passion that overwhelms you and takes your breath away before painting your vision scarlet. It grabs your hand, whispering in your ear, sending shivers down your spine trust me… before running so fast you don’t know if you can keep up. It forces you to try new things and makes you want to be better than you think you can, it’s a scary thing. It gives you butterflies in your stomach and makes you head spin in circles while thinking sinful things. It’s the sound of soft giggles at four in the morning when you should be asleep but you just want to talk to them. It’s night and day merging together to create an eerily beautiful blur, every second since you took your first breath coursing through your veins at a million miles an hour. It’s your hopes and dreams mingling with your flaws and fears, preparing a wondrous pain that tortures you but keeps you living and you cherish every damn second of it. It’s the familiar feeling of waking up tangled in your bed sheets mixed with the amazing scares you encounter when you meet someone new. It’s nothing and everything formed together to create new colors, it’s the most hideous and gorgeous thing all at once,” Pausing, I took note that I had described my last happy moment with you. Taking a painful, shaky breath as though I was allergic to the air around me, I brought closure to my mind “It’s love, it’s life”