#2

Love,
A word whose absense echoes through the abyss of things i had forgotten until you came in like a black hole, tearing my doubts apart by their definition and sending their matter through space during times though unexpected, but when i needed them the most.

Love is a risk, but one worth wearing my hands to build the chain mail you wear to slay deamons i thought i no longer knew. Trees pf insecurity root themselves in my very fabrication, but those branches split into paths of fear and exhileration and the dew of its leaves water the fountain of youth in which i bask in the radiance of your laugh.

Though life provides no reason to prove the world worth, i have the world to prove to you.

So though love always has its risks of falling, i would take those risks a thousand times, for a thousand times in a day, i fall for you.

-Sempai