I want to laugh and bump noses with someone in bed, to moan unabashedly, giggle freely, and slumber happily afterwards
You love with a gentleness. This time, you aren’t crossing the street with both eyes shut. This time, you are checking. This time, you are loving without being blind.
I could barely find the words in my mouth and the nerve in my bones to chase you down and tell you how you made me feel. We could have been pioneers of our own wild love if I had just let you in.
We can love someone, and love the feeling of being with someone, and they can still be the wrong person.
‘Barbie doll agony’ was what you called it when I said I understood how you felt. You told me how your problems were bigger and more important. It was an insult to say I understood.
You’ll send me a happy birthday text and I won’t know whether to respond with a simple “thank you,” to talk about how much I miss you and want you back in my life, or to refuse to respond at all.
Oh my love, for before you looked up to notice me across the room, I noticed you.
For being heaven and hell. For being darkness and light.
What happens if your motivator leaves your life? Your North Star who guides you through the stormy gale, just disappears out sight. What would you do? You know the saying, “If you love something, set it free.
I know you love me because you still look at me like I’m magic, even during the mundane moments of our togetherness.