It's been a little over a year since I've known Love, and Love has shown me a pretty intoxicating brew of all things beautiful, unafraid, and exciting.
It's always such a challenge to start describing Love. There's always that hesitation for fear of not being able to give its description justice. Because it's unbelievably amazing. There's always never a way that's good enough to pick appropriate words and line them up for a perfect sentence to illustrate what Love is, let alone the amazing things it does...
But Love is a true water fountain that jets wonderful splashes of inspiration into the air.
Inspiration that keeps moving me. That keeps pushing me. Pushing me to love the life we live.
Love is so amazing.
Love always excites me. I'd open my eyes against the sun rays quietly seeping through my blinds, and Love would completely awaken my soul first thing in the morning. I'd even choose to see, hear, and feel Love before I close my eyes at night.
Love is a lot of fun. Going out in ragged shorts and plain T's don't matter, nor do the fancy restaurants. Love always has a standard goal of a happy tummy, and so long as it is achieved, through street foods or fine cuisine, everything's good. Movies are enjoyable, regardless of the genre. Love usually criticizes romantic movies as corny and boring, while always getting a good natural high when Logan's in action. Nevertheless, they're all great.
Moments are priceless when Love caresses my hand in sheer tenderness.
Love is artistic. Its expressions in music are the most magical pieces of art I have ever experienced. And Love naturally has an unyielding passion to learn more about the craft.
I'm so in love.
Love is so genuine in everything it says - whether it's the truest of its heart's desires, or the daily forms of life stress that it faces - it never feels tiring to hear that little shriek to Love's voice when it's enjoying, or even that somber tone in times of difficulty.
Love could be so loud at the randomest of jokes we could possibly share. Hearing the most heavenly-sounding laughter soothes my soul like no other. Love has a way of making a senseless joke, yet still always finding an opportunity to make it look like my jokes are lamer and even more senseless.
Love is so good at making fun of me and saying I'm a loser who spits out the most illogical humor, and it doesn't offend me. As a matter of fact, I could only fall more deeply in love with the distinct gleam in Love's eyes when it's so full of laughter.
Love could be so silent, and sometimes it's the kind that kills. Love could crush my feelings and send a pang across my chest. When something inside Love stings, it sometimes triggers all kinds of outrageous urges in words and actions. Love could be a monster at times.
But at the end of the day, it's always a beautiful monster that can be tamed.
Love softens at the touch of my hand. Love knows how to fight all the hard feelings inside, and chooses to understand where I'm coming from. After all unkind words have been released, sent floating into the surface of the air we breathe...Love would always know how to listen.
Love gains back composure, and knows how to set the tone back into the peace and calm.
Love is sorry, and is gonna make sure that I know so. Love would apologize and admit where it's wrong, reach out to interlace our fingers and send warmth into my heart.
It's so beautiful, how Love always tries to fight the monster it could become inside, always trying to seek peace where both our big hearts can rest.
Love is imperfect. And it's so darn lovable that way.
Love is what I look for when I'm feeling lonely, but also wishing for its presence even at my normal happy mood. It keeps me happier, and only Love knows how to do that.
Love is what sends me jumping when I see my phone light up and read its name. And Love has made me feel the exact same way even after several long months, even stronger now.
Love doesn't like me in tears, and is quick to wipe my face clean whenever I weep.
Love often thinks I'm the weirdest creature in the world, but sends me the warmest of hugs anyway.
Love has also taught me that a bit of change doesn't hurt. Love is the reason that I now care a bit less about spicy food touching my tongue and spending a bit more money on some good stuff.
Love keeps inspiring me. I create up more and more dreams in my head because of Love. Love showers all kinds of delight into my being with every touch, every hug, and every kiss, shaking me to the very foundation of my soul.
Love completes me.
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One ordinary night, as we drove back home from a stressful workday, I watched Love fall asleep. Our hands interlocked, a throw-pillow against my arm where Love's head rested. Before completely drifting off to sleep, Love effortlessly pierced my gaze with its gently warm, dreamy eyes...glinting against the street lamps that lit up our road back home.
Love will never know, how my heart stops every time it casts me a gaze so compelling like that.
Love finally dozed off, all tired and resting against my arm.
I savored every second of our silent drive, carefully steering the wheel with my left hand, and gently holding Love with my right as it slept...
...wondering if Love knows...
...that she's holding my heart in her weirdly-shaped-fingers...
