I don't know what love is.
I just know that he has hazel brown eyes, dark eyebrows and thin, kissable lips. He likes to show off his facial hair so he'd look older. He always wears his black, round earing on his left ear and his digital watch on his right arm. He has three tattoos— angel's wings on his back, yin-yang on his left wrist, and the name of his grandfather on his right chest. I don't know what love is but I know about the scar on his left thigh and how he got it when he was just ten years old.
I don't know what love is.
I just know that he can sing all of Secondhand Serenade's songs by heart. He doesn't like dancing but his feet would betray him when he hears Laza Morgan's This Girl. He couldn't resist dark chocolates and almonds, and his mom's recipe of chicken curry. He enjoys hiking and camping with bonfire and smores. He goes to his dad's wake to calm his mind and drinks two buckets of beer to end a disastrous day. I don't know what love is but I know what songs to play whenever he's sulking over our petty arguments. I know what to buy or cook whenever he's sick and loses his appetite. I know where to take him after a busy week at work. I don't know what love is but I definitely know where to find him when he's trying to escape this cruel world.
I don't know what love is.
I just know that he curses a lot everytime he is on the edge of his emotions. I know about the days when the principal's office was his second homeroom. I can name all of the persons he punched-to-death for his mom. I understand why he can't quit alcohol and cigarette because they saved his life many times. I know he slept with quite a few girls before me but it didn't matter anyway. I know about his first love and why he had to break her heart. I don't know what love is but I definitely know all about his dark past and it made me love him even more for what he has become.
I don't know what love is.
I just know that his happiness meant more than mine, even if it means I have to be sad for him to be happy. I know he's worth the pain and struggle and I'd be willing to move mountains for him. I know he loved me but I guess it wasn't enough to make him stay. I know he cared but maybe he didn't care enough because he still chose to break my heart. I don't know what love is but I definitely know I have to let him go.
I don't know what love is but if someone will ask me what that bullshit is, I would definitely say his name.