At what point is it okay to say those three words?
No matter how willing, the brain is a being of limited attention. Let us take the components of your person one by one, understanding that all are equally important to the façade.
His almost shoulder length hair that is usually tucked back into a straw cowboy hat frames our first kiss and tickles my cheek, his calloused finger tips, worn from hours of guitar playing, are grazing my neck as he wraps his hands up in my perfectly messy waves.
They manipulate us, put us down, stifle our self-esteem and make us feel like we’re worthless, yet we still stay. Why?
It wasn’t “like”, it wasn’t “lust”, it was that all consuming, I-love-your flaws, I-love-your-soul, I-love-your-morning-breath kind of love that you never completely recover from.
I thought I was over you. I thought I already moved on.
For quite some time now I have been preparing myself for the next time we meet. I’ve been practicing… patiently waiting.
I was the girl who stayed even when things get rough. I was the girl who stayed even when the texts got lesser, the calls short and rough, and the date nights no longer existent.
I’ve never been comfortable with emotions.
“Guard your heart.”