For me, I want love to be the one who stands with me.

Through the hells of life.

And the heavens of companionship.

The one that pushes away those horned beasts.

And attracts butterflies and blooming flowers.

The one who holds me closer and closer.

Regardless.

And makes sure every aspect is positive.

What is love?

A roller-coaster?

I hate roller-coasters.

A dark hole that you create?

I am afraid of the dark.

I don’t think anyone knows for sure.

But we all have an idea.

An idea that produces you.

You, meaning, the wonderful you that I will live and cherish for the rest of my existence.

And after I have been lain to rest.