My love is like a grenade.
My love is strong, and if you hold it tight you feel protected, confident, and you feel that nothing will ever be able to hurt you. It's so big it can defeat everything and it is beautiful, so unbelievably beautiful.
It's awesome waking up in the morning, and smelling it right next to you. Walking, and feeling its smooth hand touching yours. Going away, and being positive that someone will walk away with you, always following you. Everything is fabulous, there are no other words to describe it. That feeling… the feeling of having someone there, ready to old your hand when you're falling down, a shoulder you can lean on, someone you can always rely on, is just the best thing in the world.
My love is like a grenade.
You have to be careful, always, and you cannot hold it too tight or too long. You can only, slowly count to three and throw it away from you. You would die, if you stand by it any longer. Go away, run. I rally up every inch of strength I have and throw it the farther I can. I curl up on the ground, and I clench my head with my hands.
Perhaps I should have let it go already.
