Make them wonder why you're still smiling
Basically, I don’t think that love is something that can be defined. I think it’s different for every person, but I think once you find it, you just know. I can’t really explain how, but you just do. It’s something you feel with all of yourself I guess. It’s this feeling of calmness, this overwhelming sensation to tell every single person you know, this incredible urge to just smile all the time because someone out there gets you like no one else could. It’s listening to every single love song and nodding along, because you can relate. It’s when being away from that person hurts sometimes.
For me love is a lot of things, I feel like I can’t put most of it into words. To me, love is having someone who will always be there for me when I need someone, no matter what the situation, with no judgments. Someone who believes in me. Someone who makes me feel absolutely myself, someone I want to better myself for, who knows me better than anyone ever could. The one person I never want to say goodbye too, but makes me happy because it means that you’re one moment closer to saying hello to them again. A person I can’t go a day without thinking about. Someone who makes me feel carefree and beautiful. Someone who lights you up from the inside out. That goofy grin you get when they text you. Someone who is my best friend. I could keep this list going, but I guess I’ll stop now.
While being with my boyfriend, I wondered if he could really honestly care about me as much as I care about him. Something about that seemed a little impossible. It’s weird, sometimes little moments will just make me realize all over again that I’m in love with him. I guess the point of most of this ramble was just to say how lucky I feel to have someone like him in my life. You don’t always get second chances, and I refuse to take this one for granted, especially when this has so much potential and it makes me happier than I’ve been in many cases.
Sorry for the mushiness, I need to go to bed.
For me love is a lot of things, I feel like I can’t put most of it into words. To me, love is having someone who will always be there for me when I need someone, no matter what the situation, with no judgments. Someone who believes in me. Someone who makes me feel absolutely myself, someone I want to better myself for, who knows me better than anyone ever could. The one person I never want to say goodbye too, but makes me happy because it means that you’re one moment closer to saying hello to them again. A person I can’t go a day without thinking about. Someone who makes me feel carefree and beautiful. Someone who lights you up from the inside out. That goofy grin you get when they text you. Someone who is my best friend. I could keep this list going, but I guess I’ll stop now.
While being with my boyfriend, I wondered if he could really honestly care about me as much as I care about him. Something about that seemed a little impossible. It’s weird, sometimes little moments will just make me realize all over again that I’m in love with him. I guess the point of most of this ramble was just to say how lucky I feel to have someone like him in my life. You don’t always get second chances, and I refuse to take this one for granted, especially when this has so much potential and it makes me happier than I’ve been in many cases.
Sorry for the mushiness, I need to go to bed.