Push Over.

You asked me, "how do you handle that?" & I looked at you hoping you were kidding. 

She is my best friend, that's how. 

You told me you loved me after two weeks... but wait, that's  only when you aren't watching football right? 

You don't know what love is, and don't try to convince me to "love" you. I know what love is... at least that is what I have told myself. 

Love is feeling completely numb when they leave you. It's that moment when you fall to your knees asking God to "please just help me". 

Love is letters. 

& if you thought love didn't have doubts and is perfect, you're wrong. Because when you have love, everything you doubted and everything you thought you hated about that person, becomes every reason you fell in love with them. 

But everything I hated about you; stayed. 

Don't tell me what love is. 

I'm not a push over.