Out on the borderlines.

But love is rage, too. Pain, shame, fear, overwhelming joy, excitement, bliss and wonder.

It's every emotion across the spectrum swirling in a kaleidescope, making you feel sick.

It's the breath leaving your lungs. It's red hot tears and endless laughter.

It's nothing in the world feeling, smelling or tasting better than that beloved person's skin and when they're long gone and in someone elses arms if you think about it you can still feel the firm, comforting warmth of their body against your chest and stomach and their beautiful face still cupped in your hands.

It's that person being so under your skin they are wearing it.

It's desperation to make it work but your emotions are ruling so you make many, many mistakes.

It's agonising to lose and a double edged sword to hold.

Why doesn't he miss me?