
If Love Were?

I don't write. I create.


In the early hours of this morning, I called out to my love, and he answered.
I shouted, ‘I love you,’ he replied, ‘I love you, too.’
I remember feeling a little uneasy, but that never stopped me from expressing my love. Finally, he left out for work, and I turned my back on the window and cried.
Never before had I felt anything resembling love. Not until that moment, that is.
An excellent sentence to use and to hashtag, the sentiment of true love pulls everyone inside, and the caution of love has the love-less peering in through the open windows.
When I first heard those precious words whispered into my soul, I bore a beautiful baby.
I felt like I had to show my love, so I created love with the one who loves me the most.
Today I received a text from my love, reminding me I am loved, and love continues to flourish, even throughout the weeds of life.






You expect stupidity to be entertained by me.
By who?
Why? Fuck knows.
What we’re not going to do is play on traits you believe are insecurities. I’ve no time for the melodrama you inject into our world.
Who’s this? I will keep asking if your response to your attention-seeking nonsense.
Let me be.



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