Love is a Spine-Chilling

Before you came around, I felt like I’d been living in a black hole.

But then you showed up, in the same orbital plane as mine.

I recall how I recognized you

similar to a star as bright as the sun, you had lit up the whole solar system.

I didn’t expect you to notice me when we crossed paths. I’d been convinced I was invisible sinking into the black hole, with no light free of escape.

But that wasn’t true, because he said the moment we had met

I had been for days like a twinkling star

in his eyes view, and he couldn’t wait to pull me into his world.

I still remember how we first fought the gravitational forces

plus the unfamiliar feelings of love,

I reckon we both were in denial

of what we wanted

a decade ago.

We’d been confused by the concept of loving too young and not knowing what trouble that could cause.

Love is a spine-chilling process because

it could lead to many trails like a tornado or a rainbow.

The scary part is being unaware of the tsunamis of love

it makes it tougher to stand

on two feet, sometimes even harder to stay.

Frequently contemplating the next move

to make the following the right words to say next.

Yet, the crazy thing is as young as I was back then, it seemed as if I already knew

how to love him in the ways he wished to be loved from the start.

I believe something in my soul always seems to remind me

he was and still is worth treasuring

every day for the rest of my life

because he brings

in a kind of light that feeds my soul

beyond comparison

to anything else

I’ve ever sensed

on this

Earth.

What’s beautiful is I’ll never feel as I once did cold in a black hole because I trust he will never leave me lonely likewise, I will never leave him alone neither. I’m his star forever. Love is choosing to be two falling stars together not knowing where they might either collide or collapse even burn out like a used charcoal turnt to dust particles. Equally important is the feelings involved the constant hope and actions taken between the two people how will they go about love those feelings involved, will they keep the flames burning as long as time could hold?

As an adult now, I can look down at my left hand with a shiny rock; I must admit choosing one love, choosing to stay always no matter what is the best decision I ever made in my teens

Hands down.