Monday, May 30, 2016

part one

Being in love is weird.

I've always thought I'd understand it. I've considered myself to have been in love a few times, but always when it falls out, I question if I had ever been in love at all.

But everything is love now. Because of loving you, I love everything more now. Everything I've been through to get me here, has brought me to you. Every success, every lesson, every failure, every tragedy. My mind couldn't conceive something as beautiful as what we were to become.

I have a blank canvas in front of me now, and yet all the paints I own could never portray the feelings you give me when you call me by name. When you spend your time kissing every inch of my skin, there's a stage in my head and it's you and I, front and center. Holding hands. It's a light show in my heart.

Being in love is insanity, and yet everything makes sense.

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