At 28, I already feel like I’ve done a lifetime’s worth of explaining myself. Sometimes it was an attempt to clear up a misunderstanding and other’s a frivolous effort to finally be understood. It’s not always easy to accept that if you have to try that hard to be understood, you won’t be. If you always have to explain yourself, it leaves little time to feel free to be yourself.
Love Language
I began to think
that I was fated
to spend my life
begging to be loved
in a language I understood.
I went into shock
when I met you
and realized
the only time I’ll need to beg
is as I pull you
into bed.
You seem to understand
exactly what I need
before I even speak.
I have never been so glad
that no one else
ever got me.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 