He Loves Me
Love is the reason I’m standing in a church, holding a knife, over the body of a bride.
Love is the person you can’t get out of your head. Love is the first thought when you wake and the last breath before you sleep. Love is a craving so deep in your marrow that even your bones ache for it. Love is an irresistible force pulling you toward someone, a thorny rose stem curled round your heart, tugging tighter with every beat. Love hurts. And that’s how you know it’s real. Love is the reason I’m standing in a ch...