life as I know it is a living hell.
Does anyone know how to define love... or at least the beginnings of love itself?
When you're sad and feeling alone, wanting a certain someone to show up, but knowing they won't because they don't know. Which makes you even more alone. Then next thing you know they show up and your heart pounds like the devil just to know they're coming. Just to know that they're there. Just wishing they would stay forever. Knowing that being with them, in their arms, feels like the best thing to happen to you in a long time. Just simply knowing you don't want to let this feeling go. Thinking it could never go away. Then in an instant they're leaving and you sink back down into that slump that you were able to rise out of with just having them in your presence.
Would you venture out and call this love?
Or would you simply say... 'you're infatuated'?
When you're sad and feeling alone, wanting a certain someone to show up, but knowing they won't because they don't know. Which makes you even more alone. Then next thing you know they show up and your heart pounds like the devil just to know they're coming. Just to know that they're there. Just wishing they would stay forever. Knowing that being with them, in their arms, feels like the best thing to happen to you in a long time. Just simply knowing you don't want to let this feeling go. Thinking it could never go away. Then in an instant they're leaving and you sink back down into that slump that you were able to rise out of with just having them in your presence.
Would you venture out and call this love?
Or would you simply say... 'you're infatuated'?