Wild and free. Gentle and fierce. Ice and fire. All in one. His love is that kind.
He's not afraid to show his vulnerability. He's not afraid to let me know that he gets scared; scared of losing me. He doesn't back down and he certainly doesn't, run away. He stands his ground. He never gives up. Even if the entire world was against him, he would not show the slightest bit of worry on his face, he would fight; with a smile he would fight. He calms my heart but makes my soul twirl, at the same time. He knows, what he does to me. Yet he only smiles. Peaceful. Humble, smile.
He's honest. He's loyal. He is shy but not timid. He's not your normal sweet, he defines sweetness. With his heart on his sleeve, he loves. He truly loves He doesn't need any legal papers to commit. He means commitment when he knows he's deep in love. He's a fighter, through and through. He's protective of me, sometimes like I'm his lioness, sometimes, like his cub. To see how pious and innocent his heart and soul is, all I do is love him. That's all I know, love. That's all he knows, love. Perhaps that's why we found in eachother, this love.
Life is too short. We have heard this countless times before but we realise the gravity of this phrase only when our lives are affected by this in some way. Today every person in the world is fighting for something or someone. We are faced by things which are much bigger than our own selves. There is no time to be petty. Life is in fact, too short. All we really have are numbered days. To love. To be loved. To be kind and merciful. To be helpful and gracious. To be honest and happy. To hug people and kiss them too. To say "I love you" over and over again. To thank your parents and thank those around you who've helped you grow in some way. To travel, to laugh till your stomach hurts, to eat whatever the hell you want to, to dance at 2 in the morning with your lover, to bake cookies for your kids, to bake cake for your Mother's birthday, to be respectful to the environment, to live To truly, live. We humans, we're not afraid of death; we're afraid of being alive, being too alive. Too afraid to follow our heart, too afraid to be ourselves. It sounds cliché but that doesn't make all this any less true. Please, have emotions. Please succumb to a safe pair of hands. Please live. Please love. Please, don't just exist, live. Live big. Live. Love. Love. Laugh.
Can you believe that we look up at the same stars as people did, for example a thousand years ago? Even the fact that many of them could have gone super nova millions of years ago, but since they are so far away, the light from the grand explosion hasn't reached us yet. There's no telling that the stars we see today are a ghost of something that once was but no more exists. Isn't that absolutely astounding?
Thankyou! I know you don't like it when I say this but my sweet love, how can't I? I didn't know what love meant before I met you, before my words made love to yours, before our souls decided to go on an adventure together. You made me a part of your silence, a part of your being and I don't know any greater gift than that. The moment I saw you, your beautiful smile with your sparkling eyes, I knew that was all I needed to be truly happy. The moment you touched me and trust me when I say this, it felt right in all kinds of ways.
So my love, Thankyou! God knows you deserve to be appreciated every single day. Now that you let me be yours and yours alone, I'll eternally be grateful to you for a blessing so Godly, nothing could possibly ever match it.
Why? Why do you try so hard? Why do you try to make people love you when you say you like to be alone? You don't want attention You get rid of any emotions that try and seep into your soul and then you say, there's no one for me. There's nobody to look after me. I'm all alone.
Why? Why do you punish yourself everyday for being the way you are? For being emotional, for being sensitive? You know you wouldn't want to be any other way but still, you try your best to loathe yourself every night before you sleep hoping that the next morning would be better, if at all it ever came for you, because we both know, we are scared of another day.
Why? Why do you wish to receive love equally? Giving your heart doesn't mean that you're supposed to receive it back. Love doesn't mean reciprocating. Or perhaps it does What would I know?
Can I wake up with you in Paris? Can I stare out the window and admire the stars? Can I have pizza with you under crumpled up sheets on the bed? Can I listen to music and fall asleep with my head on your chest? Can I listen to your heartbeats? Can I smile while kissing your forehead? Can I run my fingers in your hair and soak up your presence alongside me? Can I yell that you're mine from the top floor of the Eiffel Tower?