What's love all about? Why does it have so many different forms and levels and meanings? Why can you fall in and out of it? Why is it so incredible yet has the potential to be so very painful too? They are all good though somehow.
My favorite kind of love is the one that makes you sick to your stomach a little bit. You know the kind where the two of you are so cute others can barely stand to look at you. The kind where your inside physically hurt when the other one isn't around. I love that kind.
I love when everything is so funny. You're like a couple of school kids doing big belly laughs on the playground. It doesn't seem like work in those moments. Those aren't the times where love is hard.
I love when you could simply melt into the other person. The way they smell, or the way they breathe life right into you when they stare into your eyes.
Why do those moments ever end. The times where you talk so pationately about all the things you're absolutely wild about. All of your daily adventures, and the things that scare you half to death. When the time loses its ability to end, and you find yourself completely lost in the other person. Where does that go?
Does life happen? Is that what they call it. We get busy or tired or bothered. Time comes back to take back all of its lost minutes and hours...that's sucks ya know. You forget to hold hands or say the things you really mean. The silly stuff becomes actual stuff and the blind dates become bills and after you know it you're "adulting" way too much.
We need that lightheartedness. The world is too big, and we are too small. It's all we've got really.
I'm bringing love back. In all its forms.
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