Love

I knew exactly what love looked like when I was nine years old:
Love was a man daddy approved of.
Love was a glamorous wedding in the biggest hall in the most exclusive hotel
Love was a person I would have six children with, just like my momma
Love was a thought, it was a “one day”

Later in life,
Love became lots of bad experiments
Love was a lie
Love is a lie
Love was being heartbroken
Love was cheating
Love was pain
I came to the conclusion that love isn’t worth it;
And true love doesn’t exist.

Then, when I least expected it, I met Love again
Love had no idea how to give me directions and I almost gave up on finding the place
Love was standing there with his big eyes and chin dimple
Love said “hi, we spoke on the phone”
I said “hey,” and stared into those eyes
I couldn’t help but notice that Love had really good posture.

Love didn’t seem interested at all
But that didn’t stop me from sending the “hey, who’s your friend?” message anyway.
A week later,
Love, added me on Facebook
Love, seemed a little more interested
Love realized we have many mutual friends
Love stepped in~
Love says he wants five children, to which I replied ‘over my dead body’
Love said he’s falling for me
Love said he’s fallen for me

A year later,
I know exactly what love looks like;
Love~ is waking up racing to send a good morning message
Love~ is getting through my day just to see him
Love~ is that time only slows down when i’m around him
Love~ is running to him, running for him, running to be with him
Love has painted my life green with joy
Love is something I never knew existed at nine years old
Or at fifteen, or at twenty
Love only came when I was wholly ready, and today I can say
Love is real
Love is infinite
And he, is love.