When you go, would you have the guts to say, “I don’t love you, like I loved you yesterday?”
Telling someone you love to go away, to just go on with life without putting up a fight to make something work, is it really for the best when you’re hurting them and not to mention yourself? Would it really be such a hard task to stay and keep a promise? Something happens not because it was meant to be but because two people fixed every single crack and super glued everything together. One person will remain the same through sun and showers, knowing there’s someone holding them, it keeps them strong and steady. But when you let them go, the soul they loved you with, it’ll die from the fall.
I feel like I literally live in my boyfriend’s room now, I spend a lot of time with him, I pack my shit like I’m going somewhere really far for a long period of time when he’s about to pick me up. He gets me so excited. When I hear the door bell ring, I always think it’s him and I run to open the door every time. It’s a little silly, liking someone this much. I truly thought I would never love someone else, guess I thought wrong. There’s just so many things about him that I adore. He may seem so utterly insensitive sometimes but he’s not, he notices little details that others don’t, he just doesn’t show it most of the time. He’s really quiet, glad I don’t annoy him though, he listens to all the senseless crap I talk about inside the car, he hums to my music and kisses me on stop lights.
Isn’t it swell to actually have someone you can call “yours?” Someone you can be yourself with, someone who won’t let you do anything stupid..alone. Someone who laughs at the silliest things, someone who can make you cry because of something ridiculously sweet? That warmth, that feeling of content of having someone that’s so irreplaceable and he loves you as much as you love him.
I cool him down when he’s angry. He tells me to stay when try to leave. I dislike white gummy bears but he loves it. When it comes to deep bodies of water, he’ll pass. I would swim into the sea with a piece of hard bread and feed the small and big fishes, I’d swim underwater to grab unusual seashells too. I look up to him because he has a strong soul, he’s unafraid of doing crazy things. His hands would warm me up when I’m freezing, which is frequently. Most of the time, I’d be upset and not know why. He would describe what I feel so plainly, better than how I could ever describe myself. He would sleep like he’s dead and not move at all, I’d be all over the place. He would be quiet and I’d scream love songs to his face. He adores his chemistry set, I adore my guitar. Basically, we’re opposites but we stay together.