Nights (Day 2)

"Why do you love him?"

The "L" curved around the edges of their mouths and threw daggers at her lax heart.

She felt the lines of her palm tear up in anxiousness.

Her mouth dried and eyes dimmed.
Maybe I say I don't. Maybe I say I don't.
She contemplated these lines though her mouth paralyzed at the thought of hiding her heart.

In that moment, she thought of saying-
I love him because he is weak.
I love him because he is strong.
I love him because he is ignorant.
I love him because he seeks to know more.
I love him in soliloquy.
I love him in silence.
I love him while he's broken.
I love him when he's solid.

Maybe it was the way his eyes lit up knowing you were his sun.
Or maybe it was his darkened smile that sought warmth from your heart.

But you kick yourself in the ass when aiming for your heart, because you love him.

"Why do you love him?"

You wished to say "I don't love him, I don't love him"

But in your heart, the way it beats, you saw that you were meant to be.

"Why do you love him?"

"I'm in love with him, wholeheartedly"