The Rose

I want the intensity that accompanies love. The feeling that burns to my core. I can't even remember how I felt before I fell in love for the first time. Everything was so much simpler. Easier. I was once so in love it hurt me to even think of him. I couldn't speak around him. I couldn't breathe. We would spend hours on hours together without my lips leaving from his. We didn't have to speak, we just knew. one of my greatest fears is that I will not feel that way again. that I will be only content. Comfortable, but numb. Our love was like a rose. Beautiful, happy and full of life; until it started to wilt, slowly dying until only brown, brittle petals remained. Like a memory, always fading as time passed, drying the tears staining my cheek. What I would give to hold his hand again. For my cheek to brush against his as we dance, one last time in his driveway, forgetting the world around us. I would've done anything for him. Given anything. I would never go back to not knowing what love feels like.