There's something I love

You never know it's love until you realize that a lifetime is not enough.

No time is really ever enough.

No number of messages,

of I love you.

Nothing is,except that person.It hurts as hell,a flaming hell.But it's worth walking through because the risk is worth it.Every incessant tear drop,every time that person hurts you..unconsciously,it kills you,but then a memory revitalizes your love.And you speak with him and you are rejuvenated and whilst it may be some thread of false hope,some hope is better than none.

I would be able to move on,if I didn't kiss him.If I didn't hold him.If I did not rest my head on his heart to sleep.If I did not wake up next to him for quite a while. If I did not have my first dance with him.My first kiss.My first touch. My first kiss in the rain.My first walk on the beach.If I did not have that start of endless desires and longings to keep him and make him mine forever.But I do, and I will forever...forever want him and love him,more than he can or will ever know.Sometimes that is the most tragic of life,when they cannot understand,but it's beautiful,because I don't understand either,contradictorily,I can...there's something about him I love,and as tierno as it sounds,I love all.