How can we decipher a real smile from a fake?
How can we discover a new feeling when it is, well, new?
How can we love?
Love.
Hate.
Like.
Date.
Ours.
Babe.
Baby.
What is a relationship?
Is it kisses, hugs , smiles and compliments?
Or
Is it fights, shouting, blackmail and arguments?
Because the lateral is what I think one truly is.
But he's showed me otherwise.
He's shown me the light.
A love affair where it's is love not war. Complements not arguments.
Hugs and kisses not fights and shouting.
He had given me a smile, a twinkle of his crystal eye and a warm loving hug that gave me hope.
He gave me sun light when all I saw was the night. He took my opinion and didn't go off saying I was wrong.
Love?
This is it.
I have fallen.
Hard.
His perfect smile.
Sparkly eyes.
Redden cheeks.
Taller height.
Soft lips.
Caring golden heart.
Cheesy words.
Cute complements.
Soft brown hair.
Fast beating heart.
Butterfly filled stomach.
His sweetness of sugar.
Gentle and warm hugs.
Him.
Just him.
My mind is clouded with him. His handsome face and perfect voice.
L.
Him.
Love?
I don't know.
We'll see.
I want him happy.
He wants me happy.
I want his safety.
He wants mine.
Many more things.
Love?
For what is love?
A name?
A feeling?
A smile?
A wink?
A letter?
L.
Love.
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Emotional Shorts
RandomThis is just a book of what I want to write down. I put it on here hoping it could help others see that their not alone. I would not call them stories or poems. Just thoughts that get stuck in my head for the day, or even just a scene I wish to add...
