love and hate are the same thing. there are no lines and there are no differences.
and you're right, there are entire families torn apart on the behalf of one couple's love.
and there are famines happening all around us while all we care about are happy endings.
and you're right, i'd rather hold someone's hand than save someone's life because then i know for a fact that i'm ringing through their mind in a thousand different ways, not just appreciation.
i can't argue the fact that it's selfish. love is selfish. and i can't argue the fact that love is cruel and i am cruel for believing in it above hate and war. but don't get me wrong.
i hate the fact that someone's life is going to fall apart the day that i get married.
i hate the fact that someone will lose their childhood sweetheart the day my child is born.
i hate the fact that my birthday is the date of divorce for someone on the other side of the world.
i hate the fact that someone's getting hit for no reason when i'm swaying by a lake.
i hate the fact that i'm giggling over a dinner table while someone else is being locked away.
but i love the way that he touches my lower back when we walk.
and i love the way his fingers curl perfectly around mine.
and i love the way that i know if something happened and we weren't together, our hands wouldn't fit with anyone elses and we wouldn't go to lakes with anyone else and we wouldn't be sitting at a dinner table and giggling with another set of shining eyes and curled lips.
we're in love.
someone else is falling apart, it's true. but we're in love.
and maybe i don't deserve it, but he certainly does. he deserves everything that sunsets and picnics entail. he deserves photo albums full of smiling faces and cheekkisses. he deserves waking up to the smell of his favorite kind of breakfast and going to bed with a hand on his chest.
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