Loving Hands

I believe love is the easiest thing to write about.
It's the easiest thing to relate to.

The imagery kills you with nostalgia.
The comforting hand on your knee. The heavy breath on your damp neck. The soft lips pressed hard on your wet, yearning mouth. Your feet tangled in theirs as you try to watch countless movies, but end up just watching them instead.

I could go on and on, because it's a feeling you never forget, no matter how much you tell yourself you want to.

Hatred and love, the two hottest topics in any conversation.

Who do you loathe and who do you adore?

Is it possible to feel both feelings for one person? Always.

I loathe that I adore you. I always have.