So; I Love Him Love is described in so many ways. There's young love, new love, old love, puppy love. Love renews, it restores, it cleanses, it fills you up. Falling in love should be perfect and it should be safe. It should make you smile and skip and hum under your breathe. But he scares me. His love terrifies me. Our love makes me bite my lip and chew my nails. "I love you." Three words. So much commitment held in three syllables. How long will he love me? What does he love about me? Does he actually love me? It's like this little piece of my heart can't believe him. Or maybe it's my head? Because when he touches me I promise my heart cries out I love him. I can't live without him. That's love, right? Love. I can't do it. Two bodies, one soul. What if he sinks both of our souls? What if he leaves and takes my soul with him. I won't let him. I can't.
