What’s love got to do with it?
Erm, quite a lot, actually.
Love is one of those things that hits you where it hurts- your heart, that is.
Love is all things to all, it defies the odds, it tears lives apart
Love is something that can’t be measured or quantified.
Love is a passion, a deep rooted feeling, a memory, something we hide from.
To love is all consuming; to be loved is what we desire.
Love is terrifying- when you love someone and when that someone abuses your love,
Fills you with dread, horror, makes you cower in the corner.
When love is destructive, turning the mind into a quagmire,
Where all sense of reason, self belief, is kicked out of you- literally.
When the person you love hates the sight of you, taking pleasure in making your life a living hell.
Silence. Terror. Bruises.
Love is a feeling like no other and creeps up on you when you least expect it.
When you go for years thinking you’re unloveable,unattractive
And that someone comes along and sees you as irresistible, beautiful, captivating.
When everything they do shows you how much they love you.
A lie in, a cuppa, a slice of hot buttered toast, feet up, watching TV.
Love is when you don’t need words to communicate.
It’s like you know exactly what they’re thinking.
Love is that middle ground, that no man’s land, where neither can understand what’s going on,
Scared to move, to speak, in case you’re pushed away.
Love is taking tentative steps, being bold, stepping into the unknown.
Love is different, unique, unaffected by race, religion or background;
Not held by class nor colour, it aims and finds it’s home.