How can we be certain that the one we love the most is actually genuine? How do we know that when we don't have eyes on them.. They're not off frolicking in greener pastures? We don't for sure. I guess having a little bit of faith goes a long way.
I have been asked by numerous people what my idea of love is. It seems people trust my opinion on such matters because I have successfully held down my current relationship for the past four years. My idea of what love truly is is quite simple....
When I think of love... I think of the the feelings that come right up from the pit of your stomach. It's warm and it just grows and grows until there is no where else for it to go but through your pores, out of your orifices and into the presence of the one who makes you feel this way. It is the smile that crosses your face as the individual that you adore calls you; the familiar ringtone that makes your heart jump into your throat and you can't help but fumble as the need to answer it quickly causes your fingers to turn into melting sticks of butter. It is waking up, looking like the swamp thing with swamp breath to match and knowing deep down in your soul that they really do not care what you look or smell like; as long as you are with them as they flutter their eyes open for the first time at the start of a new day.
It is not flowers, candy, date nights and expensive jewelry. Love is a feeling that manifests into something spectacular. It is the only thing in this world that can give you a natural high that lasts for days, and the only thing that can destroy an individual from the inside out. Love is indeed a dangerous, beautiful thing.
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