Love is a strange concept
Like we could get stabbed repeatedly in the heart by the one we love and we'd still go running back to them.
Love isn't one word it is an umbrella term for - Fortune, happiness but also pain and foolishness.
When you love someone you never let them go no matter how stupid you are.
You run to the ends of the earth for them and back just to make them happy.
You would buy the whole fucking flower shop just to see them smile.
You'd sacrifice every mite of your being to hold them and be there for them.
You'd stay up with them night after night so you don't miss them.
The world stops when you touch them and time stops when they laugh.
It's a simple but faulty construct that we all hold dear.
