Her eyes glow more brighter by just a whisper of his name.
Her cheeks flush with the brightest of pinks with just a touch of his smile.
And her eyes. Her eyes sparkles when it speaks. It speaks with its clearest intentions. It speaks loud and clear.
I asked her what it was like to be in love with him.
She said it was like the push and pull of the waves.
It was being stuck in-between the flow of the sways.
Nothing less. Nothing more.
I said to her wouldn't the waves drown her. I said to her wouldn't the flow tire her.
She said it can be drowning. It can be exhausting.
Sometimes it's calm. Sometimes it's disturbed.
Sometimes it's all pushing. Sometimes it's all pulling.
Just like how we ask for more. How we ask for less.
That's just how waves are supposed to be.
She said she loves him.
Nothing less. Nothing more.
And that, that's how it's supposed to be.
