That is what love feels like.
Touring the open house of your dream home
and realizing that you will never be able to afford it.
Setting your clothes on fire
when you just so happen to be wearing them.
Hearing your favourite song on the radio,
only to hear the station start broadcasting news mid-way through.
Please don’t get me wrong.
Love is incredibly precious.
See, love is a jackhammer and I am the patched pothole.
Love is a thin sheet of canvas, while I am the bright and colourful kite soaring in the clouds.
This is my way of saying that I could not possibly exist without it.
