How to love?
Real love doesn’t have to be said. Real love is shown with deeds.
That cup of coffee that is waiting for you when coming home. A smile on a face. Some tear on your cheek being wiped away. A person thinking about you. A person caring.
Real love confuses me. Makes me strong. Makes me weak.
Love is sticky. Just can’t be erased. Love is a hopeless, dearest thing.
Confusing it is, that dearest thing.