4/18

I’m laying here thinking, hoping really, that I am enough. I hope I’m enough for you, because I’ve fallen deeper in love than I thought I ever could. I’ve realized that love isn't fairy tales and flowers; it’s snorting with laughter and hiccuping with tears. Love is funny like that. Sometimes, I’m completely frustrated with your lack of words, but then I look at you with your sleepy eyes like tonight, protesting the moment that I had to leave, and I feel it. That feeling that I get every time I get a chance to look at you, really look at you with your golden eyelashes, it’s a mixture of joy and curiosity. I’m happy that I can call you mine, but curious as to whether you feel the same, because love is wondering what’s going on in your head, but really never finding out. It’s tight hugs when I feel like I’ve been beaten beyond repair. It’s maybe doing something just to make the other person happy, or being able to rant. Rant about nothing, everything, cheese Danishes, who cares?! I care.