Love is, and love isn't.

Why would I write something about love?

Why wouldn’t?

I guess love is in everything we do, see, feel, touch, dream.

The more you run from it, the more you get caught in the curve.

So yeah, I was definitely caught by you.

“So why you say you love him when you don’t even know him?”

Which I kindly replied: “How wouldn’t I know if I just do know I love?”

Simple yet, complex.

Could it be that we gave love a bad name?

Love is, and love isn’t.

There’s no need to silly definitions,

or to put it in a pedestal for that only some could reach,

there’s only need for pure gesture and honest declarations.

What could be simpler?

I guess love didn’t go to college

or took a PhD in the art of choosing.

It just is, cause it chooses us all.

No face,

no gender,

no thing,

not even a place.

It found me.

And I hereby declare

“I choose you”.

To that someone.