Being in love…
I love being in love. I love the idea of love. Love that is goofy. Love that is thoughtful. I love a love that is enveloping. Love that does not play mental games. Love that says what it wants and how it wants it. Love that you can be childish and foolish with. Love that is not judging. Love that is kind and not selfish. Love that is not transactional. Love that you want to share every part of you with me.
Love not sex. Love you want to come back to. Love you want to gist with. Love you want to go to bed with. Love that is vulnerable. You know that feeling when you are learning to swim and you are told to let go and you do it?
I have no space for ‘bad boy’ love. Love that feels too cool for school? Count me out! I want a love that is expressive. I cannot handle the love that does ‘if I talk am her head go swell’. What will happen if my head swells? Is it too big already? Why will it not swell? I love to give compliments, I want it too. Feed me with compliments.
I fall in love. I do not slide. I literally fall, headlong, diving in and owning that love. I am the girl that will blurt out that I love you. I will tell you how much I care about you every day, every time.
I am the girl who will tell you it feels like I cannot live without you. To be honest, it is how I felt at that moment and I will tell you. I am also the girl who believes that we all have more than one soulmate. I believe that love covers a multitude of sins. However, maturity is that if you come at me with bad boy love, I know that my old self does not have enough lives left to waste so I leave you for another soulmate.
