Love, ♥, Love

What is love anyway? For me, love is when you feel immeasurably
happy. You can’t explain why love this certain person. When your
friends ask you — “So, what do you love about him?” — You’re
answer, Nothing! You are utterly speechless when he’s the topic, you
smile a lot, you can’t eat, you can’t sleep at night because you can’t wait
to see him tomorrow and you’ll really know you’re in love when…
when you pray at night and you include him in your prayers. Like, ‘keep
him safe… please.’
Love fades — at least that’s what others say. Love can be
rekindled. Love can grow. Love is like a poison, if you don’t spit it out,
it’ll eat you up… painfully.
Love can be felt when you least expect it. Love — love has been
eating me alive since the day I saw him.