Life

Life; what does it mean? Is it the breaths we take? Every beat of our hearts? Is it every sensation and thought that goes through our minds?

To me, life is a little something called Matt.

It’s the way he makes me feel.

It’s knowing that when I’m down and willing to share my pain, he’ll take it.

It’s the way that he can put a smile on my face with a simple ‘Hi’

It’s waking up every morning from a cold, lonely night, because I know that sooner or latter, I’ll be in his arms, warm and safe.

It’s knowing that distance is just a number. One that hurts and makes things harder, but still just a number.

It’s hearing his voice on the other side of the phone, or reading the words he types for only me to see.

It’s all the good times and laughter.

It’s staying up until dawn because he’s leaving the next day and won’t be back for a while, so we need to spend as much time as we can talking to each other.

It’s getting disappointed and hurt, getting mad and bitter.

It’s all the bad times and tears.

It’s forgetting who I was before he walked into my life.

It’s remembering every second of that first physical contact, and getting prepared to remember all of the seconds to come.

It’s being together every moment of every day even though we’re apart.

It’s giving up everything for our future to be.

It’s knowing that he loves me back.

Life is love.

Reviews

[cheeeeese]

Wow, this was very sincere and touching. I love the way you described each aspect, and how it seemed you could think of endless ways to describe the feeling. Very wonderful and heartfelt piece.

[Impulse]

This is a powerful description of love. It's rare that we find someone in this life we can devote our all to. If you truly love someone, you never let them go. Nice structure and a perfect flow. Amazing write =]