A Feeling
The way their tears make you want to change the world so it doesn’t hurt her anymore… Yet regardless if you love them, you hate them, you wish they would die, or you know that you would die without them… it matters not. Because for once in your life, whatever they meant to the world they become to you. When you look them in the eyes, travelling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound. You know that your own life is inevitable, consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for more then a million reasons; no paper would do it justice.It is a thing not of the mind, but one of the heart.
A feeling. Only felt.