Loving you was young, and wild, and free.
Loving you was cool and hot, and sweet.
Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound.
A steady place to let down my defenses-But loving you had consequences
Love is something you wait for.
You imagine this overwhelming feeling of just pure happiness.
You imagine pure and utter happiness.
You imagine an electric rush when you kiss.
An everlasting feeling of lust.
But, you never imagine the pain and the consequences.
Its too painful to imagine the pain.
Its easier to only imagine the good, nothing but the good.
But, in some weird way, the pain of love is what truly changes you.
Every word that lingers in your head.
Your heart slowly starts to break.
Little teeny tiny cracks.
Like concrete before it breaks from a water break.
Rare moments when your heart sinks into your chest.
It could all end right here, right now.
A paralyzing sensation of massive destruction.
Its a nightmare to think that someone you care so much about could suddenly disappear into thin air.
This moment only lasts a few seconds.
But that timespan feels like an eternity.
A blank stare into space that recalls every moment with him.
Every detail of every minute of every second.
The first time you met.
The pain of love is indescribable.
But, its worth it.
But, they show that you care.
The screaming matches are loud and sometimes pointless, but fighting can be good sometimes.
You cant suppress what you have to say just to keep peace.
If you oughta say something, speak your mind.
Trust me, the words will slowly eat you alive if you dont confront your problems or issues head-on.
And as for those rare moments.
The rare moments mean that hes worth it.
It means that your love is something special, the throw in of love you wait for.
Yeah, theyre terrifying.
But they make you cherish what you have.
It makes you realize that you never want to let go of what you have.
