“Love” What is it?

Possession. Desire. Intensity. Frustration. Selfishness. Insanity. Sacrifice. Compromise. Pain. Fear. Denial. Effort. Need.

I don’t know. They’re just words that, when combined in some fearful, vast way within your heart, will roughly add up to what being in love feels like.


But now, even though I’m in love, even though I want you and need you and wish I could keep you with me forever, I’m scared.

That this won’t last, we’ll grow apart, we’ll forget, we’ll regret, we’ll mess up, we’ll hurt, we’ll fail, we’ll never, ever, ever recover because maybe, we weren’t meant to throw it away or keep it together.

The pendulum could swing either way, and who’s to say it will swing at all?
How do you know if it’s going to keep you happy forever? If this is the thing you’ve been waiting for, dreaming about, wishing to find… for years and years and years?

Is it even right to throw so much of yourself into something that hinges on not just yourself and the chances you could take, but a whole other person’s probabilities?