Love is
hot and ticklish and strange and my heart races and itโs irritating and I try laughing and I try being hard-pressed and itโs sickening and gross and I canโt let go and we canโt live without each other and I want to do it and itโs sticky and clingy and pathological and painful and good and my everything and pathetic and fucking awful and as clear as the sky and dark as the underworld and if itโs warm like sunlight, itโs cold like winter
Even so, even so, I love love.
Because all of this is love
