Gimme Gimme

Love.

a strong word.
a feeling.
a comfort.
a heartache.
something worth fighting for.
a journey to hell and back.

a promise.


I want to know what love is.

I'm not talking about the family and friend love that you say with a hello or good bye.
I'm talking about the love that gets you through the worst days and the kind of love you cannot live without.

I believe we all have a someone. The problem is the meeting. Should you find them? Or should you wait? The thoughts of what he might look like and how he would act would run through my head when I was little. Would he be funny? awkward? handsome? only attractive to me? fat? skinny?
What I am thinking now is that looks don't matter. Only one thing matters. love. I imagine it is made of the little things. A glance, a touch, the constant thought of the other.
When you have love, there is no hesitation. You shouldn't have to think about it. You just know.
I want that. and I want it bad.