Love

Love.

Love is built on trust and commitment.

Often times broken, but if the love was real you’ll still feel it in your heart.

The feeling of having an empty chest, sick to your stomach, confused, lost in the world, and wanting to know all the right answers.

Love is strong, but dangerous in the wrong hands.

Love is like prescription drugs, only given to the right people in certain amounts.

Love makes you vulnerable, but stronger than you would have ever thought.

Love drives you insane with those dark blue eyes.

You’re on top of the mountain, but once you get comfortable you’re at the bottom again.

Love makes you feel warm and safe.

Satisfied with everything.

Induced by their smile.

Love is pure and ugly.

Love will let you be full of happiness and content.

But love also makes you feel like you have a .50 caliber bullet between your lungs.

To love someone more than your life is rare.

Many people don’t find real love in life but then there’s you.

Your hair the color of the richest coffee beans.

Your eyes the color of blue-green algae.

You may be gone, but the smell of fresh dark roasted coffee will linger.

The algae blooms will come back.

And the love I have for you will still remain strong.

Love.

Love is pure.

Love is strong.