I am the kind who loves. Loving till it bursts the veins through which pours blood out of my heart and if I love, it is reckless. I want everything in the world to be yours and if you are loved by me, then you are the person who is family to me. There are a few, only a few ones who meet that line and I just don’t know how. It might not be give and take. It might just be a give give give but somehow I start loving the way your eyes continue to sparkle even in tough times. I start loving the way your voice is so unique to every second of your existence. The way you don’t forget to keep your calm even during deadliest of storms.
I am that lethal kind. The kind that loves unconditionally and feels uncontrollably. You can’t stop being you and so can’t I.
The love I serve is a lot more than you have ever got but darling that does not give you the power to doubt the way I feel. The way my emotions get hold of me, it hurts. Everytime. I am proud to be who I am and proud of what I will be and not even for a second will I ever feel sorry about being the explosive kind.
Because, why apologise for loving? Why apologise for breathing? Why apologise for being yourself?
And why lose a part of you for being who you are not?