Love

love
   /lʌv/ Show Spelled [luhv] Show IPA noun, verb, loved, lov·ing.
–noun
1.
a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

I looked up the meaning of love. It seems as if people have forgotten why we say it when we hopefully really mean it. I thought love was this emotion that couldn't be explained in detail, it was something you did.

It's when he's at home sick and all you want to do is be sick for him. Its when you have lost your way into his heart and never plan on asking for directions. It's when he kisses you on the forehead every night when you sleep. It's when he makes gives you the last bite.

It's when he can cry on your shoulder when he is really down. It's when your love isn't a secret. It's in the way he strokes your hair. The way he grabs your face when he really misses you.

I've learned that the pain after someone has loved you and left you just shadows everything you once had. It erases everything you thought was fantastic. Then you spend the next three months crying, trying, and giving up.

The pain starts in your eyes, so you begin to cry. Cry so hard where the tears stop pouring and you're just left with all the tears on your shirt and this horrible frown you can't seem to get rid of. Then your brain starts to realize what is happening so you get so mad that he would even dare break your heart. That's when the questioning happens. The pain then travels to your heart and from there it travels into the blood stream. Your hand throb of pain as your reminded he used to love to hold your hand. Then your lips tingle because you can't remember the last time he kissed you. Your tummy starts to hurt and you can't eat, nothing taste good without him. It's like you're not living any more.

Coming to terms and knowing he will never love you again is like drowning in a room full of life guards. I can't understand like I should.