I Choose To Be In Love

I often find myself feeling empty after my boyfriend leaves for work. The night promises to be long and winding. It scares me to think that I am alone during times as such, I find him as my only security blanket. His stares comforts me a million times. His words lull me to sleep. His embrace are traps that I do not mind to be in.

Love has a way of telling you that everything will be alright despite the heavy clouds. Whenever I stare up before a storm, I only see the silver lining that promises a good day ahead. The wind, no matter how violent, would only make me cling to my partner's warmth.

But love is not all butterflies and rainbows. It is sometimes a cliff to which you have to jump in and die to start a new life. It is sometimes fire to which you burn and through the ashes are lessons learned. The ocean that rages while some part will be serene reminds me of love. I hate him sometimes but a bigger part of me loves him more.

I define love as I feel it. My words are simple and I might have fallen short of adjectives to describe love but that is just how it feels.