Love

Just thoughts.

I thought love was something where you accept one's changes, be flexible with them and give and take.
Where you walked around and people would give you a second glance of envious at your pink bubble of bliss.
Where sun shone comfortably, no matter what the weather was like. Everything vibrant, loud and cheerful.
Animals are cute, fluffy and friendly; rainbows are nice.
Where lovers are not only lovers but also best close friend, joker, sensible mentor. Anyone, Everything you need.
Where security is present, happiness is evident, comfort always there and sadness just a prick.
Where everyone of these could always plaster a smile on your face automatically even though youre in the worst of mood.

Sometimes i feel breatheless, always bottling up.
When i walk around, people give me a second glance of disgust.
Where sun is always scorching, storm is always freezing.
Everything was grey and fast forward-ed.
Animals are cold and fierce, scaly and rough. Rainbows are always not appearing even though the storm stopped.
Lover is metal grills but also best close friend, joker, sensible mentor. But they're also bombs, waiting to explode when you say something wrong. Or do something wrong.
Where security is somewhat there yet not there. Happiness is evident but stained with tears. Comfort always there and sadness was a knife slicing me apart.
Even though i could still smile even in the worst of mood, something inside me is missing.

And i have no idea what is it.
Also, i thought i could smile. I mean, smile those smiles with my eyes my heart and my lips.
Not just lips.