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It's 3 am in the morning.
and I'm tangled in my cold sheets, wide awake, staring at the empty wall before me.
I can't sleep.
and it's not because I had caffeine or that I slept during the day, no.
it's because of you.
it's your shy smile, the glint in your eyes, and the 3 syllables you told me, syllables I didn't know before.

it's magical how 3 simple words could change you as a whole, how it can draw a smile in your face each now and then during the day just by thinking about them , how it can make your heart expand, fill it with sunshine and rainbows and feelings you can't comprehend that it no longer fits in your chest.
it's like having the universe inside you, you wouldn't know emptiness.

and love, I think, is like sky diving.
you could be terrified before you jump because you're taking huge risks, but you still want to do it, and try what it feels like.
and then when you take the leap, you feel the world in your hands, as if you're invincible, you feel your body trembling with the rush of adrenaline, and you get a weird growling feeling in the pit in your stomach that you didn't knew you had before.
but you enjoy it.

until it's time for landing, and it all comes to this moment, you either land safely, and then you can shout to the world about what you've done.

or,

things would go wrong and  you'll fall and break every single bone in your body, and believe me when I say this, heartache is not any less painful.
it'll hurt, but you'll heal,
you'll need time to recover and train, before you could jump again.

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