I never fell in love with you. Falling is an accident. No, I walked aggressively towards love for you. It was on purpose and with purpose. I wanted you, and I got you.
The way to love someone is to gently run your finger over their body until you find a crack, and to then gently and tenderly pour all of your love into that crack. You didn't even need to run your fingers over my body to find my cracks. You knew what they were and yet you still poured all of your love into them, like they didn't even exist in the first place.
You see my love, our love is different. Ours is not just until the moon and back. Ours is until the end of time. Until the end of the universe, and even beyond that.
