What is love?

What is love? 

Is it a feeling? A warmth, a tenderness,  a togetherness? 

Is it respect, care and awareness? 

Is it knowing the other person's weaknesses and not using them against them?

Is it not deliberately hurting the other by doing some action that you know would disturb them?

Love.

Such a small, easy word. 

A four letter word. 

When it's gone, you know it, you feel it, you miss it. 

Love. 

"But I love you!" "I love him" "I love being with you" "I love everything about you".

So easy. So hard. 

Hard to admit.

Easily said. 

One-sided

 Can I tell you something, my Love? This is coming from my heart, and it pains me to say: There comes a point when things start to seem very real. What we were probably not seeing, or not trying to face, is now infront of us. The reality is not pleasant, and everything has a hindrance. Is that telling us that we cannot be? Is that our reality? Because I am looking to you now and I need your response. It seems as if you talk about everything except us. When my mind is racing, I need your calmness, and for to reassure me. I need to know you are still there. I cannot do us one-sided, because that is not fair. 

Mon cheri

 Make me some french toast or some crepes with berries, and feed me slowly, mon cheri. Let me savour each morsel, reminding me of how sweet life is. 

Bleed

 How many times have the words not come onto my tongue, but bled through my pen?

Reassurance

 That's all she needs, your reassurance. 

Afraid

 I've lost faith in love. Did I do that to myself? Or did another? 

Why have I become so afraid now of everything?

 

Absence

 When you aren't anything for anyone, you close your mouth,  silence yourself and see who will notice your absence.