but its also the tears that are in the brink of falling because doubts and fears eat you up.
love is the smell that never ceases to be gone wherever you go and that smell reminds you of him,
but its also the foul stink of lies and manipulations that come off his mouth.
love is the ears that willingly listen to you and all your problems - good or bad, its the ears the listens to you wholeheartedly,
but its also the ears that fail to open when arguements rise at times.
love is the mouth that showers the sweetest words---words of assurance and comparison. that words that reel you to love him more,
but its also the words that are said out of impulsiveness that shoot daggers into your hearts that make you bleed.
love is the skin that covers you entirely. the one that is stripped off naked and uncovers you trueself ; vulnerable, fearful and restricted.
but its also the skin that perishes when both of you got "too much" of well, both of you.
love is you--the good and bad.
its your lullabies and cries, your happy and sad, your peaceful and angry, and most importantly, its you.
and when we were stripped off to our trueselves, when i saw you, i love you.
because love is you.
and love is a choice.
and i chose to love you.
