Is.

"She wanted love so strong it wouldn't be anything but a destructive force in the end. And that scared me because I couldn't do it to her. "

Love IS a destructive force. 

It burns deep down into the very darkest corners of my hidey-hole heart. 

It causes me to tear down barriers, strip my soul naked and beat myself up. 

Love murders former entities, breaks people, and destroys them. 

And it doesn't have to apologize. 

Because love is simultaneously

A constructive force. 

A force that binds me to you,

A desire to be the very best I can be. 

A drive to live not only in the always now,

But also in the maybe tomorrow. 

Love doubts,

Love struggles,

Love does not have to be financially stable,

Though it does have to be well-fed

Love 

Love is talk til three in the morning about when we were younger

Love is that orgasm where we both are breathing so hard it sounds like we're crying and dying

Love is language that drips from our glances and 

Love..

Love is.