I feel like go and hug someone really really really tightly and cry my eyes out. I don't have a specific reason to cry, it's just I want to cry, for everything
love hides itself in tiny nooks and crannies. in a song you once listened to together. on a park bench where you once ate side by side. love can, and should, feel heavy. but not weigh you down, like a warm ball of comfort in your belly. to love is to release a secret you carry. its to hold out your hand and accept someone else's love and any pain that follows. to say “i love you” is not simply a declaration of your emotions, its a decision to yourself that you are prepared to take on the hardships that may arise in a relationship, a promise that the joys of loving someone outweigh any challenges that may, and will arise. all the hopes and faith entwined to the three magic words, all its weightage. words are futile, the words “i love you” being anything but that.