Love Runs Wild
Love is like running downhill with no control— feet flying, heart stumbling, gravity choosing the path before you do.
It isn’t a whisper hiding in the dark, afraid of its own echo. It’s louder, braver, a pulse that refuses to quiet.
Love is more than a kiss— it’s the steady hand that finds you when the world tilts, the warmth that gathers your broken pieces and tells them they are still whole.
Love takes away my pain, not by erasing it,