If you’re on the brink of giving up hope on love, I’ve been there. I don’t think we should ever give up hope on anything, though. What’s missing will be found in the last place you look and so often we find things when we stop looking. Maybe it’s okay to keep hope but to allow rather than force – stay open rather than expect and look.
Drunken Love Confessions
Drunken love confessions just might be my favorite.
“You know how I know I drank a lot?”
How?
“I’m about to tell you this.”
Honestly, at this point, love has me drunk enough, I don’t think I need a drink first.
All I need is the way you look at me with that sparkle in your eyes, I love you written across your smile.
All I need is the way safety takes over when your arms are around me and I start believing anything is possible, anything can pour out of my mouth.
I would tell you how I feel, honestly, I would.
The problem is the thoughts disappear every time I try to put them into words.
I think back to Metaphysics, college, and how mystical experiences are ineffable in nature.
I’m not saying that you’re not F-able because baby, I would F you anytime you want.
But when we talked about psychedelics, I didn’t want to tell you that I’m already tripping over my words. I’m already seeing things move, come together, in ways I’ve never imagined possible.
You have already pushed me beyond the scope of reality as I know it and I’m not sure that I can handle anymore becoming one when every time you’re around I feel like coming undone – I’ve held it together for so long.
Maybe your mysticism is why when we were tangled up in my sheets, you explained how your spiritual tattoos balance out the lack of spirituality in your life but that what we just did, that was a spiritual act, right? So it should count for something.
Yes, baby, it is the most spiritual. It’s why I can’t help but say OH MY GOD so many times as I’m experiencing it, you.
I have this tendency to go along with just about any idea you throw my way, the ease with which you’d sway my decisions was the topic at hand when we initially started referring to you as an influence.
I laugh, every time I think about the way you thought I meant I wanted to be drunk when you were away for the week and I told you I missed you and just really wanted to be under the influence.
You’re intoxicating enough, I definitely don’t need a drink.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 