Love is bitterness, confusion, frustration, anger. It has its highs and lows like a rollercoaster slipping out of control. Sometimes it is destructive; sometimes it is an illusion. It can be as sweet and saccharine as honey, or as terrifying as a nightmare. It can make you feel to the stomach, slowly blinding and suffocating you with its tight grip. It has the power to control everything it touches, and you are its puppet. It can leave you bruised and painfully manipulate your feelings when something goes wrong and you find out that you lost the person that meant the whole world to you. Love is a spell. It taunts you with broken promises, intimate silence, and forgotten memories. It makes your delicate body ache with overwhelming passion, causing you to quiver with emotion. It can fracture your heart, leaving you with a gaping wound where sorrow can seek refuge. It fills your veins with insomnia, and for a long time, you are unable to sleep. You weep with melancholy, and your pillow becomes soaked with tears. You toss and turn, wondering if maybe, just maybe, that person who you long to be with is thinking about you too. Love is dangerous. Contagious – a luscious addiction that you cannot get rid of. Does true love actually exist? Maybe, just maybe, you are not afraid to fall in love. Maybe, just maybe, you are just afraid of not being loved.
Love is joy, confidence, honesty, happiness, trust. Love is a soft, tender cheek that is bestowed on your cheek. It is a warm hug that protects you. It is compassion. Affection. Sympathy. It is that feeling when your heart races and there is this bittersweet sensation within your chest. It is a burning flame of passion that cannot be extinguished. It may burn low at times, but it burns bright and vibrant as you get more and more attached. It crawls beneath your skin and electrifies you with a jolt of passion and hope. Love makes you say things that you ordinarily would not say, without noticing, without thinking. You would just open up your heart and start spilling out secrets – deep, personal secrets. It can make you feel as if you are flying in a surrealistic realm of dreams, and you long to remain spreading your wings in the nighttime sky. It makes you long for sun-kissed, breezy mornings interrupted only by the voice of your significant other while a sweet, delicate aroma of roses and petrichor pervades the air. The nascent sunlight would pour through your bedroom window, and you would wake up embraced in someone’s arms. You would feel protected. You would feel loved. This is the essence of happiness. Such beautiful simplicity; such sweet disposition. This is true love after all.
