Being in love with you isn't a sensation I can easily explain. If a friend was to ask me why I love you, there are certain statements that make sense: 'he pushes me to be better', 'he believes in me', and 'he makes me feel like no one else has'… Those things sound wonderful, don't they? My adoration for you is not so simple.
I neglect to tell them that you make me better through a crucible of pain and stress that will span another six months… if not years longer. I don't mention that your belief in me comes at the cost of me proving myself in ways that terrify me and leave me gasping for air. Most importantly, I don't tell them how you make me feel. I'm not sure they can understand love tha