Love…

Love is years after meeting that person..he still makes you soft inside. When hes sick you want to make him feel better. You care about what he likes and you care about what he doesnt like.You are willing to change what isnt great about you to something better. Its when you iron his wife b’s knowing that it makes no sense. Its when you see him tired and all you want to do is be quiet and let him get his head together. Its when you laugh at the same things without even having to say what that thing is. His thoughts are yours. You say “O Snap!” a lot.
Love is letting go when you know you need to give that person space. Love is wanting the other person to be happy…even when its not with you. Even when it hurts so much…that its not with you. Love is dreaming about him. Love is worrying about him when you dont hear from him and wanting to strangle him when he turns up ….and feeling ok when he kisses your neck.
Love is a whole lot of things.
Ive been in love once in my life. I mean real love. Hurting love. OMG I cant stand this love. LOve that made me lose weight and want to die love. Love that had me thinking that excessive food had to be better than this love. Romeo and Juliet Love. Love.
Sighs.
I dont think I want to be in love again….