Love

Have you ever been in love?

I’m not talking lust; which movies dress up as love. I’m talking going past the butterflies in your stomach and the burning need to impress them, the fear of saying the wrong thing.

I’m talking about loving someone so much, so deeply, that it becomes second nature. Where the person you were before you fell in love with them seems foreign to you. Being unable to comprehend that there was a time in your life where you didn’t feel this way.

The sort of love that sneaks up on you, and before you know it you’re looking at the person who hands you a cup of tea in the morning, and you’d be happy to freeze that moment forever. It’s not a big or dramatic moment but they’re there, and that’s all you need.

The colour of love is meant to be red, but I think it’s more like a pastel rainbow. Red is loud and aggressive, demanding to be seen and acknowledged at all times but I don’t think love is like that. Love is there, always, but in the background.

Love is made up of so many emotions and actions, like pastel colours blurring together in the sunset.

Love is understanding.

Love is trust.

Love is forehead kisses and finding any excuse you can to touch the other person.

Love is sitting at opposite ends of the couch reading different books, your feet meeting in the middle but it still feeling close and intimate.

Love is a soft hug and weird google searches like “the world’s deadliest poison” that happens at three o clock in the morning because you’ve forgone sex to stay awake talking — which is just as intimate.

It’s storing pointless knowledge about that person, and bringing it up at a later date, when the situation calls for it, and watching in delight that their face lights up because you remembered.

Love is being scared. It’s being scared that the other person doesn’t feel the same way, or that they’ll fall out of love with you. You’re unaware that occasionally the same thoughts plague them, but it seems ridiculous because you can’t imagine not loving them.

They think that too.

Love is different things for different people. But it’s rarely what it is in the movies. There isn’t a wrong time to say “I love you”. It doesn’t have to be in the rain, or after a fight, it can be when you wake up in the morning, just after you tell each other your dreams.

Love is beautiful, but not as beautiful as the person you are in love with.

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