TALK ABOUT IT.

I AM NOT SCARED OF LOVE.
I AM SCARED OF NOT LOVING.
I AM SCARED OF BEING LOVE-LESS.
I AM SCARED OF LIVING A LIFE WITHOUT LOVING WITH EVERY BREATH.
I AM SCARED OF THOSE LOVELESS PEOPLE, THE ONES WHOSE HEARTS HAVE GONE COLD AND DRIED OUT FROM NOT DECLARING THEY'RE LOVE OR FAILING TO BELIEVE THAT IT EXISTS.

LOVE IS THE ULTIMATE.
THE MAIN REASON FOR BEING.
THE REASON WE EXIST.

TO DECLARE ADORATION, FROM ONE HEART TO ANOTHER.

TO BE BONDED BY A MUTUAL AFFECTION, AN APPRECIATION OF THE RHYTHM ONE'S HEART BEATS AND RACES.

TO FALL ASLEEP, LISTENING TO THAT HEART BEATING WITH A HAPPY CONTENTMENT FOR YOUR HEAD ON IT'S CHEST.

AND TO WAKE UP TO THE SMILE OF THAT HEART ON HIS FACE.

THAT IS LOVE.

L'Amour.

Bisous.

xxx

Jazzy