Love is simple, love is kind
Love is convoluted.
My mother pretending not to like my favourite food so I can get an extra piece
My father constantly looking over his shoulder when we’re sitting on the scooter to make sure I’m still okay.
It is my mother waking up at 5 am to prepare lunchboxes for school
It is my grey hair on my father’s head as he sits late at night sorting finances into college accounts
It is soft brown eyes, furry paws and a wet nose ,sitting in your lap and warming you
It is pieces of your heart scattered all over the world.
Me forgiving you over and over for the same mistake, knowing you will make it again
It is choosing to remember the best in you,after you’ve shown me the opposite
It is choosing myself over you, finally.
Love is beautiful
It is many things.
But above all
Love is hurting