"Where there is love there is life." Is a famous quote by –Mahatma Gandhi.

The day I surrendered to that truth was the day I met you.

Is it the body, the face, or your persona _ I lose my mind completely totally surrendering to what is in front of me.  

Can this picture become mine? I want to frame it   By my heart walls, so that my heart begins to beat for you every existence. If I will draw a portrait of you, I wouldn’t want to use a pen 🖊️ 

Rather I will sketch you bit by bit with my eyes for it shall be stored in my memory.

It is true that they might be someone that looks more like you, or Walk just like you , or talk just like you , or speak just like you. But no one gets to be trapped in my eyes, because you are all that I envision even when it is shut! 

I want to make you mine, I want to be everything you desire, I want you to touch me with those hands, and call out my name with that voice.

I thought making you belong to me was all it was 

But my reality kicks in .

You have become a plaque to my rationality.

I get dysfunctional when I see you smile with someone that isn’t me.

Cause I want you all to my self 

Getting you to belong to me was hard but keeping you is more difficult. 

What if  my love isn't enough to hold you?

What if the passion I feel burns too bright, too fast?

What if my jealousy is a storm, pushing you away instead of drawing you near?

The effort I pour into us feels like an ocean,

But doubt creeps in, a tide that pulls me under.

What if your heart wanders where I cannot follow?

What if the hands that hold me now crave another's touch?

Commitment, a fragile thread, threatens to unravel,

And I wonder if my fear is the poison in our well.

What if I lose you, not to someone else,

But to the shadows of my own insecurities?

The thought of you slipping away,

A constant ache that gnaws at my soul.

I want to believe in us, in the strength of our bond,

But the whispers of doubt grow louder each day.

Still, I hold on to hope, to the love that sparked our journey,

Praying that together, we can weather any storm.

What if we fight for this love, against all odds?

What if we turn jealousy into trust, doubt into faith?

What if our commitment becomes an unbreakable vow,

And passion fuels us, instead of consuming us?

What if, through all the trials, we find a way to make it work?

What if we prove that love is more than just a fleeting emotion,

But a steadfast promise, a relentless pursuit?

What if we rise above the challenges, stronger than before?

You are someone I bet my entire life on, what if my life cease to exist when you are not within my reach?

What if...

SF🧸