Love Is

Love is always patient and kind; love is never jealous; love is not boastful or conceited, it is never rude and never seeks its own advantage, it does not take offence or store up grievances. Love does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but finds its joy in the truth. It is always ready to make allowances, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes. Love never comes to an end. (1 Cor 13:4-8)

I'm a big believer in what it truly means to love someone. In its purest form, love means to act out of the best interests of another.

Being IN-LOVE on the other hand, that is a whole 'nother story. It is a feeling- the gushy thing that goes away after a couple of years (or months) of marriage. Being in-love is excruciatingly painful. It is boisterous. It is unthinking and uncalculating, it is irrational and untimely. Being in-love is one of the best and worst feelings a human can experience. In my opinion.

Oh Evelyn, we feel your pain.

There's no point holding on anymore

It's lost, forgotten, never to be found.

The result is as expected;

Disappointment rains down.

The silence rings out deafeningly.

The bread sits there going stale,

Just like the taste you left in my mouth.

You appear ignorant to my love for you.

My heart laments.

You do not reciprocate,

And I transgress.

Why do you have to be so damn wonderful?

My love is strong.

I cannot control it.

Oh how am I to survive this

As the mold attacks my allergy?