How do you Measure Love

Monday, April 20, 2015

How do you Measure Love









 Is it measured by the number of times you say “I love you”
Or the times that you can’t stop mentioning his name to other people
Is it measured on the crazy moments you smile with just the thoughts of him
Or the times you checked your phone to see his new message or just see him on your lock screen

Is it measured in those moments that your eyes got glued to his photos saved on your phone
Or the times you feel your heart warmer whenever you hear his voice during a call
Is it measured on those times that you felt his soft lips and tight hugs
Or those moments you caught him staring at you or taking photos of you

Is it measured by the times you feel like hugging him so tight whenever he cooks
Or those times you can’t stare back at him because his face seems so bright
Is it measured on those moments that you feel like pinching his cheeks or brushing his hair
Or those times that you just want to serve him food or wash his shirt

Is it measured by the times you want to stay up just so you can see his face so peacefully asleep
Or the times you feel so pretty whenever he kisses your hand
Is it measured in days he posts your photos on social media
Or when he jokes around your family and friends

Is it measured on the times you daydream of travelling anywhere with him
Or just do anything with him
Is it measured on the moments that you feel safe with your head on his shoulders
Or that time he randomly invites you to go to church
 
Is it measured by a theme song that you both changed few lyrics for a personal touch
Or the times that you just allow him to outsmart you with his witty puns and sarcasm
Is it measured with the tears you cry when you miss him
Or the longing and feeling of emptiness when you can’t see him

Is it measured on the times you got scared that he will leave you
Or the times you doubted what special thing he saw in you
Is it measured on how much pain you can take because you want him to be happy
Or those many times you just want to own him and be selfish of him and not share him with the world

Is it measured by those moments you were in awe because he is kinder that you thought
Or how his ideas about life in general excited your thoughts
Is it measured on the times he serenaded you
Or the moments you caught yourself imagining your awesome dates

Is it measured with how he celebrates simple milestones of your relationship
Or how he brushes your hair from your face and he caresses your cheeks
Is it measured on how he whispers “I love you” and other sweet little things in public
While you stood frozen on the street finishing off you barbecue

Is it measured on the many times you invited him for drinks and pretended not to get sleepy
Just so you can spend more time with him before you go home
Is it measured by those times you that the gods for the overwhelming love he showers you
Or the times your tummy ached from too much laughing with his silly jokes

Is it measured by the times you thought like a criminal, willing to kill anybody that will come your way
Or the times you feel bad for not making him as happy as he makes you feel
Is it measured on the times you acted like such a brat because you want him to be always beside you
 

Is it measured by the times he hugs you whenever you nag
Or the way he grabs your hand in the crowd

Would it really matter who loves more or who loves less?
Should there be a measure in love?
How do you measure love?
In years? Days? Photos? Level of pain you can endure?
Level of happiness?
Number of hours you can stay mad and not talk?
Should love be measured?
Is it in the number of times you hear “I love you”
Or as long as the feelings are true
Other people’s opinions would not matter
Love is happiness. No, love is overwhelming outpour of emotions.
Well, overwhelming happiness.




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