Love. Such a simple word yet in a million years we will never express it's true meaning. We fall in love, like it's an accident. But in our minds don't we already know? Know what love is? We imagine it. Some see it as eternity, the person that will stay with you for this lifetime and beyond. Some see it as passion and fire, kisses that leave you panting and still wanting more. Where do we draw the line? Do we decide that we've fallen in love? Do we choose this awesome miracle? Because I certainly didn't choose. I didn't decide. And yet there you are, watching me with eyes that burn with a need for me but holding me with hands that only brush away my tears. Why do you care? Why do you need me? Why do I need you? Why do I wake up screaming because I dreamed that I never met you? Three words could ruin so much and yet…if I don't say them how will I know? How will I know if you'll say them in return?
"I love you John"
Silence"I love you too Wanda"