Love is destructive...
It makes us freak out when we want to stay calm.
It haunts us, comes to us in the dead of night,wakes us from our deepest sleep and retraces all our nightmares.
Love brings up memories that we force ourselves to hide. The ones that tear our insides out and burn our hearts to the very last beating vein.
Love blackens our souls. It is not wonderful and kind. It is not soft,furry bunnies or marshmellow clouds.
Love is scary. It puts us in a dark place,a hole in our souls that bury the sight of happiness.
Love makes us vulnerable. Always catches us when we least expect it. It kicks us right between the eyes. It tightens the knots in our loins. It tears down all the happy stories that we have heard.
What is love? love is blind and dark. It is cold and warm at the sametime. It is the silence before the storm.
Love is....here.
