him


true love hurts.
it hurts to look into his eyes,
they are so full of life.
they are eyes i want to wake up to every
morning.
true love is a constant headache.
stomachache. Toothache.
true love is a constant battle
between your past and your present.
true love cannot be cured, nor conquered.
no pills or syrups can seize the pain.
true love is anxiety.
because once you find the one,
you become terrified of accidentally letting go.
true love can consume you; it can eat you alive.
true love can wear you down
until you can no longer recognize yourself.
true love is unconditional.
despite the headaches, his love is true.
i can see it in his eyes.

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