What is love? Is it caring for someone so much that it doesn't matter if you get hurt in doing so? Or it has something to do with the way you express your feelings. Or is it just promising that someone to live forever by their side no matter what? Or is it sharing the same beliefs, or is it just sharing the same interests? Maybe it is the tiniest of details that you remember about them, or maybe it is how you describe them or how they make you feel when you are together. Is love just getting physical with someone, or is it to understand each other no matter how far apart you are? Is it when you feel the butterflies in your stomach after you see them, or is it when you get hurt when they are hurting? Is it when you lower your gaze with respect when you see them, or is it when you flirt intentionally just to get to know them? Is it when you celebrate an anniversary for each completed month of your relationship, or is it when you remember their birthday without mistake? Is it when
"My feelings unspoken of, though expressed in forms of art, Her feelings spoken of in a manner so discreet that didn't break my delusional heart, surrendered the control of my dreams to her, thinking that it would bring me closer. And then dreaming of drifting away and losing her. Oh, how I loved to be in that pain, knowing what lies ahead yet in a world of my thoughts, trying to subdue it, pretending it isn't there just to feel that one moment of fake love that I had created, all her actions telling me that I'm not the one, seeming meaningless to me, and mine just yearning for love, she could've have freed me of this caged illusion, but I was left hanging off a cliff, tied to it with love, and with passing time expecting it to break and put me out of my misery, to be as fragile as a mirror, becoming what the world wants, breaking every day and pulling yourself together just to break again..."