i don’t know what love is. HELL most mornings i don’t know what my own name is. but just like i have to put some time and effort into recalling my identity, i guess love requires the same tactics. i’ve been told that when you’re in love you are supposed to feel like you are head over heels, shoot for the sky, and over the moon BONKERS for that other person? and i mean i guess that aren’t wrong, but what’s so bad about being right where you are on earth with your feet on the ground? that feeling of your breath being taken away is incredible; however, the feeling of that person giving your stolen breath back? is remarkable.
i don’t think, but rather i feel, that love should need to be defined as the inability to carry on in life should the person you love not be near, but instead being able to push on through any and everything should they not be around. the idea that to not need, only shows you how much you need them. how much sense can i really make? i don’t know, but i do know that at the young age i am i shouldn’t be ready to feel like every time someone makes my heart sing, the minute they disappear the music my heart sings should stop.
now don’t get me wrong, i’m not saying i don’t ever feel so completely beside myself that i just never want to get out the bed, because I DO. however my point is that ultimately i know that i’m going to get out of bed….and isn’t that the important thing?
my wish for you? is that this life becomes all that you want it to. that your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small, and you never have to carry more than you can hold. and while you’re out there getting where you’re getting to? i hope you know that somebody loves you, and wants the same things too…&yeah, this?