I will bruise your lips,
and scar your knees
and love you too hard.
I will destroy you
in the most beautiful way possible.
And when I leave,
you will finally understand,
why storms are named after people.
Why do you love me?” She asked.
"Do I need a reason?" He responds, "Why can’t I just love you for no reason? Why does love need a ‘because’ or an ‘if’ or a ‘when’? I either love you or I don’t. And I do. And I think that should be all that matters.