I was going through my flash-drive to save one of my papers on it when i stumbled on im not sure if this is a short story or a poem i wrote and forgot about last semester. i called it “Love” so there it is
And I tell you I love you, not because I think I might want to be with you til Christmas. Not because I think I wanna have your baby. And not because I think your good at making love. It is because Love is more than being in the shack with you, or that I can not stop thinking about you all the time. Its knowing your imperfections, accepting you as you truly are, and letting you know my imperfections and accepting me as I am. Our relationship is bounded by our trust and loyalty towards each other. Its letting me die before you have to if it ever came to that.