love is:

I now understand what love is;

not a passionate kiss,

or words with hearts embellished,

neither a destination nor a beginning.

Love is a journey.

Love is a raw,

unshakable,

endless and wholesome fear;

it is the anxiety that drives us to purpose.

An unrelenting grip on the chest -

the immovable anguish of love,

is both dark and light;

beautiful and horrible.

Being so immersed in love,

you feel yourself dissolve -

disappear completely.

To know you may never - will never - come back...

To evaporate wholly in love with whomever:

Is to be entirely aware that you will forever live in fear of losing them,

thus losing yourself.

11/2/15

Chelseigh Rose