I'm a series of highs and lows. The perfect mixture of classy and bitchy, ambitious and lazy. I dwell on novels, 90s movies and fried chicken. I daydream, a lot, and I try very hard to make them happen.
I love the thought of being in love. I think I know what it is now. Maybe. But so far here is what I have learned:
Love is putting up with all the fuck-ups and flaws that the other person has not just because you are forced or inclined to, but because you love the fuck-ups and flaws too. Love is a two-way process, giving everything and nothing at the same time. Love is the space that fills the silence. Love is feeling their heart beat even if they're miles away, feeling it in your own heart too. Love is not asking for anything in return and yet you feel complete because you were given everything as well. Love is everything that is good and right in the world, and if people say that it's not, then it's the best, baddest, wrongest thing that you'd still want and need in the end.
Love might the best and the worst lie ever made, and you'd still rather have it, whether you're with someone or not.
Photos are not mine, they are mere inspirations of the things I write.
Photos are not mine, they are mere inspirations of the things I write.
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