Last time I checked, love was stupid. IT was for people who enjoyed fantasticly mushy Valentines day cards and pale pink hearts.
Last time I checked I didn’t need anyone to hold, hug, kiss or….Love me. No one was going to Love me for me anyway.
Last time I checked I was fine on my own.
Then, I met you.
(thanks Third Eye Blind)
Suddenly there was nothing better than your hair, your smile, your smell, your eyes, your arms around me, your brightness, your hands with mine, anything that had to do with, you. It tooks numerous sessions of hanging out as nothing more than cuddle buddys to realize what was really going on. Three months later and we’re an item. Three months later I’m scared shitless.
Remember when you told me you loved me? Remember how the sun shined through the trees? Or how it drizzeld slighty but we were under cover, wrapped in each other? Now you love me so much that even I, the non-believer, knows it’s true. Now I love you so much that it hurts inside to think of a world without you. Now I love you so much that your my usual. When anyone close to me asks what my plans are, most of the time I will respond with the usual, my usual is you. Riding bikes, having a tickle fight, watching horror movies, walking around, spending time with our “children”, watching the rain fall. The damn truth us that there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do with you. I love you. And its scary to say it, but I fight through my doubts everyday to tell you. IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou. And I couldn’t ask for a better usual.
And what’s so amazingly excellent is that I know you couldn’t either. So ask me again if I think Love is stupid, and i’ll answer that it is, cause i’m stupid for you.