• Love

    Love is the conquering feeling, the one that overtakes every aspect of you. Love is the person sitting beside you on your darkest day, wiping away the tears that fall down your cheeks. Love is the feeling that the world is on your side and that natural high we all know so well. Loving someone is being willing to give anything for that smile or touch, for him to talk to you. Love is trusting that he will be there to catch you when you fall, or to, at the least, help you up if he isn't there to stop your fall. Love is crying when he cries, and hurting when you feel his pain. Love will make you do anything, whether its going to the ends of the world, or sneaking out one night. Love is having blue skise in a storm, having warmth in the depth of winter, and having a bright spot in the darkest of nights. Love is the stitches in wounds you thought would never heal. Love is the person that will always stay by your side, never leaving you down or alone. Love is the friendship you feel blossoming into more while you shrink back, too afraid of losing what you already have to want to risk taking the first step down the uneven path that you know so well.
    Love is being courageous enough to take her hand and face the uneven path, the rocky trails, and the unknown forest together.