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.