Love, hate that’s us.

Butterflies. Nausea

Heart pounding. Blood boiling

Twinkling eyes. Laser beams.

Love is never what it seems.

For me it has never been butterflies or rainbows or flowers or candy.

But heartache and tears and worries and fears.

Does true romance exist?

Maybe! Maybe not but what I have could never be bought or sold no matter the gold.

What we have is real.