Missundestood

It's in there, just beneath the sternum and It's tugging like the grasp of a falling man. One deep breath doesn't seem to be enough to replace it; she literally took my breath away.

I sigh, and the question follows. "What's Hmmmm?" She asks, mimicking my drawn out hum.

"I don't know." I answer, looking at her once again. "Just... you."

I've been around long enough to know the difference between lust and Love.

Lust is that writhing frenzy, the senses demanding satisfaction. Your eyes hunger, your hands hunger; every hair stands on end in hopes of reaching her and making that intoxicating contact.

That, is lust.

Love on the other hand, is misunderstood.

Love, is the restraint you display when anger has clenched your teeth. Love is remembering that you're not the center of the universe. Love is looking into the future, imagining what possibilities lay therein so that you may try your hardest to navigate the pitfalls that await along the way.

Love isn't that pulsing urge in your chest.

It's the effort with which you exact the foresight needed to succeed.



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