I have never been in love.
But, I imagine it is beautiful.
Filled with sappy notes, racing hearts, and a touch of pure, unadulterated happiness.
And, I imagine it's disastrous.
Filled with hurtful words, broken hearts, and a touch of pure, unbearable sadness.
Love is tangible. But also intangible. Love is an emotion that can't be encapsulated.
But, like many things, love can survive. It can be everlasting. It can be everything. Anything. Or nothing.
Love is action. Love is spoken. Love is lived.
Love requires trust. Love lasts with humor. Love remains with respect.
Love requires trust. Love lasts with humor. Love remains with respect. Love is given, not taken.
Love is his gentle touch. Love is his soft words. Love is him.
Whoever he may be.