What is love?
Can I give it a name?
Can I descrive it?
No, probably not.
I'll try though,
if you want.
It's something special.
That much I'm sure you know.
But perhaps you should dig deeper,
and look into it more.
Have you ever wanted to give someone the world?
Have you ever wanted to help someone achieve all their dreams?
Have you ever wanted to make someone the happiest person alive?
Have you ever wanted to do anything for someone?
If so, you could be in love.
I'm not making any guarentees.
That's just the superficial part.
It's what you feel inside that makes the difference.
Happiness?
Not always.
Calm?
Not always.
I can't really tell you what love is.
I can't make you understand where I'm coming from.
I guess that's why when I'm,
sad,
depressed,
alone,
scared,
uncertain,
and misunderstood,
you can't understand why.
I'm not writing this to make you love me,
I'm not writing this to make you do anything.
I'm writing this for the sake of writing,
for my own sake,
for the sake of those who need to know that someone else knows what they mean.
To know that they're not the only one who's struggling.
Maybe even for you.
Honestly, I don't know why I'm writing this.
I almost don't even know what I'm writing.
The words are just flowing out of my heart,
through my hands,
to my keyboard,
and onto the screen in front of you.
It's times like this when worrying isn't the thing to do,
though you know that's something I'm quite good at.
It's a fact that you mean a lot to me,
I won't lie.
But I think when I say,
I love you,
keep in mind what those words really mean.
I care about you,
I want you to be happy,
I'll always be around whenever you need me,
And as long as you're happy, I'll be happy too.
So even if the whole world turns on you,
and you're going down for the count,
just remember, at least for my sake,
I'll be in your corner cheering you on,
even when the ten comes down.