It's complicated, this love thing.
It makes you think of who you are.
It makes you wonder what you need.
It makes you choose sometimes.
It makes you hurt inside often.
It makes you warm when you're all alone.
But love is something we all need.
Something never found with ease.
Something often where least expected.
Something that sneaks up on you.
Something to hold onto when nothing feels right.
It's hard to be in love again.
You have to think, who do I love more?
You have to wonder, how much do I love?
You have to know, how long will it last?
You have to say, those words of such meaning.
I know the answers.
Or at least, I know for me.
I'll never go back.
I love the one I'm with.
She's ever