Maybe I'm not really in love with you. Only
with the idea of love, of being
together with someone. Of holding hands, kissing in the
rain, and whispering
secrets. The idea of someone you belong with. To share your
worries with, to
smile meaningfully to and to be yourself with. The idea of
knowing that someone
loves you for who you are and knowing that
someone is thinking about you all
day and dreaming about you all night., and vice versa.
The idea of always having
someone in your mind. Of drawing hearts everywhere and singing
along with all
the love songs because they finally make sense.
You were my idea of love for so
long. Now you're just permanently linked with it...I'm in
love with love, not with you.