What matters to me is that I live fearlessly, is that I love boldly, is that I look back and know I gave this life and the people in it everything I had.
When you’re cut, I bleed. When you don’t eat, I starve. These are not words of sweetness or beautiful monogamy; this is a mutated cell that affects logical thought and choice.
I see you make me smile. I see you thaw my cold, cold heart. I see you making me believe that the human race is not so bad after all.
“I took her on a surprise weekend vacation to California. All expenses paid and she had no idea.”
You drive me crazy. You make me want to scream. You make me want to cry. You make me smile from ear to ear. And sometimes you make me want to do all of that at once.
You keep me safe. From myself. My past. My greediness. My insecurities. My doubts. My fears.
Love is meant to be two completely independent people somehow finding a way to mesh into one another’s lives. It’s supposed to be confusing and difficult. It’s supposed to be messy. It’s supposed to be real.