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Let me tell you what I think love is.

Love is a beautiful girl, dancing across your heart from the time the notion entered your feeble little mind, she was young, perhaps she was a mermaid, she needed you, and when your eyes met and your skin brushed against hers you'd fall into a fairy tale and your heart would swell so content you could see forever.

Then it changes.

Love is now a nervous twitch, your stomach so light you dare not breathe for fear it drags you up into oblivion, it's forever taken in pictures, burned one by one without enough time to dream them back to life, it's the bitter taste in your mouth begging for her sweet. It's fantasy turned hell, and you'd burn forever in her shadow if you could.

Then it changes.

Love is familiar, you bleed into her, you feel yourself slipping away, your dancing girl now tarnished and beaten yet still sharp enough to see, you know you should give in, but now the oblivion is in her eyes, her tongue, her hair swallows you up, so hard to breathe. You hear it say, so faint, one breath is all it needs.

Then it becomes clear.

Love is letting it all go, your forevers up in ashes, her shadows burnt in the sun, your life bled from your veins, it's letting it all go away, falling through your fingers, it's holding her instead.

Justin | 12:38 AM