The Four Letter Word

Love is your love, and how you make of it; and love is his love, different from yours.

{ It’s ALL because of the movies and romantic books I’ve read, that filled my mind and body with wretched romanticism.

It dawned on me that both of us were too different in the way that we love, that it is almost too hard to bear and too complicated to make amends. I see what I want to see, he sees what he wants to see. Somehow, it’s all the same, but why is it that a simple word can create so much drama? }

[ I lov

e to l

o ve.

It is so beautiful in its every shape and form, even the tears that floods my being is wonderful, when shed for him. And cry I will for the love in me that is in his hands, will always be brought out. ]

He says he does not believe ‘en L’Amour‘. The love that is depicted through popular vote; nice, wonderful, fairy-tale like, dream-like, etc. etc.

- Do you prefer to love with your head and be safe, or with your heart and be happy?

He loves with his mind, always thinking of solutions, always assessing the situation, happy but restricted.

I believe in LOVE. Yes, the love that is wonderful, and dream-like. I am not naive, thus I most certainly do not hope for a knight in shining armor, however I prefer to love with my heart and be happy. Whether unsafe or wrong, I feel that it does not matter anymore. The actions and experiences one has to encounter when in-love, is only natural, it is only the question of how you let your love live.