When we try to be with the wrong people we start believing a false narrative about ourselves when things don’t work out. I thought I was hard to love, not open enough with my love, difficult to be around, too emotional, overly sexual, too distant, too aggressive. I tried changing everything about myself only to find out that the quirky little ways I go about life would be perfect for the person that’s perfect for me. What’s it like to be in love? I’m sure it’s different for you than it is for me.
Simply, In love
What is it like to be in love?
I’d give you the last cherry out of my fruit cocktail.
Hell, if bad luck struck and I got one of those faulty cans that only has one cherry, I’d give you the only one.
My lips press together, building pressure, only to snap back open with a pop. When love reaches a certain threshold, it explodes out of you so consistently that you make a new word for it.
On my mind, always, even as I’m stumbling through the night, blurry-eyed, just hoping to find the bathroom but finding your phone first, stumbling back to the nightstand so an alarm sounding will call your attention without you having to go hunt it down, blurry-eyed in the middle of the night, or morning.
I’d tell you everything, anything – through tears, laughter, whispers. On the day that my vocal cords decide to lock up, demon jammed in my throat, chakra blocked up – I’ll write it out and hand you the note, my phone. I don’t care. I just want you to know.
Being in love is exploring my darkness without feeling ashamed that I’m asking you to hold the light for just a moment while I search.
What is it like to be in love?
It’s scary, terrifying, freeing, warm.
It’s such a beautiful mix of experiences, feelings, moments.
I couldn’t think of anything more worth it.
Find the courage to find out for yourself.
You deserve it.
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 