• L is for the way you look at me

    by  • March 9, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, Love - Pure and Simple • 0 Comments

    I’ve reached the point where I think I may be falling in love with W. You know those cheesy love songs that always play on the radio? I was always a bit of a silent observer, hearing the words but not really understanding the meaning behind them. Now, I’ve become an active participant, feeling the weight of every lyric and secretly dedicating all of it to him.

    When I’m not with him, I feel like a part of my soul is missing, but not in a bad way. It’s gone, but I know that it will be kept safe with him. I was so scared that once the chase was over, I would lose interest in W and run away from him, off to the next conquest. Thankfully, it’s not like that. I love knowing that I like him and I love knowing that he likes me. When he kisses me and tells me how much he likes me, I can feel a small flutter in my stomach that makes me want to cradle his face in my arms and kiss him until our lips are chapped and tender. When he puts my arm around me and pulls me closer to him in his sleep, I feel so safe, like there’s nothing in the world that he can’t protect me from. When we hold hands and play the dumb impromptu games that we always play, I feel an almost indescribable sense of pure joy course through my body.

    I think that I’m in love with him. All I want to do is climb to the top of the tallest tower and shout, and let the world know that I love W. I want to, but I will restrain myself. I will keep my love for him bottled up inside of me, letting the little carbonated bubbles of affection build up pressure until I can’t hold it in any longer and I burst, and when that happens I will be completely unashamed about how I feel.

    I love W.
    I love W.
    I love W.

    Darling, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold it in much longer.

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