The end?

 

The beginning of the end?

'Love isn't always in between people, or romantic for that cause; sometimes it's as simple as falling in love with the way the rain falls over you, tipping down your face and the way you get to breathe in the scent of wet mud-love can be anything, different for everyone, but just the same feeling for each.' 

It's so unique... isn't it?

Like magic almost?

How someone can suddenly enter your life and become such a big part of it that to think of them not being here, beside you-

It's simply impossible?

It doesn't make sense how we can feel for someone, an animal, a friend, a lover...to be honest, I don't think love is love as they show in movies.

It's beyond that. 

It's holding onto the one you love/the thing you love, holding onto the memories you made/holding onto the feelings you caught in that one situation- 

The visions where you envisioned them in, the smiles, the warm floaty feeling within when you have the one you love, close to you. 

It's something pure. Something innocent. 

Something deep, something warm.

It's happiness.

Ah...to think of not being in love, it's such a crime. I wish every person in this world gets to experience the feeling once. Doesn't mind the heartbreak that comes later, I feel like pain of heartbreak would be much more pure. 

Raw... it'll actually remind us of a heart that beats within and probably for someone else, something else. 

I get the meaning behind of the words now, you know? 

'My heart beats for you...'

To say it, I think it means loving someone just oh so much...that to think of them not being here...it's physically hurting. Loving someone so much...that you feel like you're alive for them. Breathing for them. 

And it's toxic. 

But it's magical.

It's insane, how something so toxic in terms of psychology can be something so magical for us-

And to think and wish for it to happen with me and every person alive-

It's so mean of me, isn't it?

But guess I can be mean this once.  Because I don't see any scope in humanity if we don't learn the true meaning of love. The depth of it. 

Love isn't that bookish, movie type love. It's beyond that. Different for everyone. 

I could be in love with an animal, a person, a thing, a memory, anything.

But I love it, and I love the feeling. I will always. Despite the pain that comes from losing it...its the circle of life and I'm here for it. 

Alive, still.