Maybe I want something more stable and real instead of just chemistry and physical attraction that fizzles out instantly. Maybe I want a rational kind of love that makes sense, instead of one that makes my mind spin out of control and pushes me to do things that I later regret.
In this life, I hope we stop second guessing. When we see someone we have feelings for, we find the words—the imperfect, honest words—and let them spill out of our mouths. When we feel at home in someone’s arms, we share that with them, vulnerability so raw it hurts.