Real life isn’t the movies.
Falling In Love
What are they?!
Falling in love kind of feels like having massive music ADHD: one minute you’re all acoustic-coffee shop emotional swooning over Bright Eyes and thinking about forehead kisses and prolonged eye contact, and the next you’re balls deep (mm, I’m romantic) in some smooth and sensual R&B that makes you wanna just naked wrestle your crush all night.
Learning how to kiss someone new, and finding out how your body meshes with theirs in hugs and cuddle sessions. Sure, there might be a few knocked teeth and rogue elbows here and there, but eventually, you figure it out.
“Every single night it’s on my mind—”
With the odds in your favor, here are a few of the many, many reasons to date a runner.
Everything is amazing when you fall in love. I like to think that it blurs the negatives of life even just for a second.
The stolen glances, the anticipated breathlessness on seeing them, the butterflies you feel when they touch you, the rush when they press their lips on your forehead, the fire when their body is pushed against yours.
You proceed to spend the rest of your allotted time in this very magical city laying the foundation for this vacation romance, building it up to its most resplendent. You make a year’s worth of memories in a week.
I convinced myself I was strong enough not to need your constant presence, and somewhere in the process of talking myself into letting myself love you, this combination of strong and smart that you were supposed to respect and admire backfired and took me down.