To the boy who said love is like dying.

You are wrong.

Love is living.

It is breathing in the sun’s rays in hope that you too will inhale its yellow colored positivity.

It is in the night,

As the sun gives her light to the moon,

And it is in the day,

When the moon willingly gives it back to her,

So she can have her turn to shine.

Love is selfless,

Love is the way flowers grow in between the cracks of the sidewalk.

Love is brave.

It is daring.

It is not in our control.

So darling, although love will continue to take our breath away,

It will also be the reason we will fight to get it back.