I want to fall in love just as much as I don’t want to.
I love love.
I love that feeling of being accepted 100% for who I am.
Until I’m not.
I love someone knowing everything about me.
Until they don’t know me at all.
I love someone being able to make me completely happy.
Until they make me sad.
I love when silence isn’t awkward.
Until it is deafening.
I love the idea of love.
Until I am in love.
And come to find out it isn’t love.
It was just an idea.