what love?

the girl dashes through the golden field, her hair blending in with the fair coloured wheat. the hair trails behind her in a big flow, like water spilling all over in a massive wave. this wave is golden and tangly, but beautiful despite the knots intertwined. it twirls and curls, dancing in the sun like the the girl herself does. she reaches her small hands towards the sun, and it bounces back in return, filling her whole body with an exhilarating warmth. smiling and singing she begins to skip again, her bare-feet crunching on some of the dead, dry grass. but she isn't like the grass, no she is alive more than ever. the air clings to her giggles, they're so sweet nobody ever wants them to leave. same with the girl. nobody ever wants her to leave.

but so often she does, because she knows she has to be alone. she doesn't know why they don't want her to leave. it has to be love. but why? what kind of love? fear love? the kind of love that holds things close for fear of losing them. 

close love? the love that makes everyone one around you want to hold you dear.

or just love love? the kind of love that surpasses all others. the kind that spills out of your heart and travels into others. it connects hearts and keeps the world together. but the girl doesn't know what kind of love. so she dances in the field, letting her love out, singing to the only one she love loves. she reaches her hands to him, the one who saved her.