Love loves hugs.

Hugs that swallow you whole.  Ones that give you immense air or violently take it away.  Leaving your lungs with a burning sensation.

She stares at your nape, her hands holding you secure.  Waiting…

Waiting to see if you’ll accept her.

Her eyes graze your back, up and down…

Eating you, following you, enticing you.

One thing to know about Love is that she doesn’t like to share; she wants you.  All of you.

To keep…

To watch…

To nurture…

To break…

To be…

Love is a forever-consuming and selfish experience, and she knows it.

I know it.

I know Love, or at least I know what she chooses to give me.  Yet, sometimes, I don’t understand why she plays tricks, holds me so tight, and acts like she’s permanent.  But, I still say I know Love…

Love likes this.  She likes to see you think, not know, want to know, and give in.

So give in…

Let Love in…

Thank you (Love whispers)