Love Thrap

Love, just like you aren’t supposed to stress while breathing, love isn’t supposed to e stressful. Love is addictive but fades if it’s not nurtured. Love whispers sweet words of encouragement and support. It makes you blush and keeps the spark alive. Love makes you want to improve and be a better person; it comes from the innermost part of the heart but needs to be worked on cause it's always not enough; it fades, yea, I said it; it fades with time if it’s one-sided.

Love comes from two souls with similar but different minds. It draws and calls out to them, and they don’t even know it; two souls become one, and two minds become one, thinking alike. It makes them long for each other; Love is a strange feeling that can’t b described. Two souls are calling and yearning for each other. You don’t want to provoke it cause it's jealous and protective. Love is respect; love adores and cherishes.

Love draws her to a “Thrap” that she does not want to be free from; Eyes like the shadows shine, trying to outshine the others even in the dark.

He looks down on her with admiration and adoration, like she is his world and the only one he sees. She’s his world, always there when he is needed, and he tries to make himself needed even when she doesn’t want him.

Calls her Mi Vida because she is his world, and she removes the brambles whenever it stings; she makes everything better. She drives the darkness away and calms the storms without trying; she brings peace.

She is peaceful, she flourishes and smiles at all times. When she frowns, the darkness draws close, so he does everything he can to make sure that she’s always smiling and happy.

She is everything he wants, and he is everything she needs.

She is his Queen, and He is her King.

He calls her Mi Vida, and she calls him Mi Cariño.