you know…

i’ve written about your eyes.  i’ve written about your kisses.  i’ve never wrote or maybe communicated about your love.

when i feel it — disarmingly rare as it might be — it’s overwhelming.  i know that i’m a demanding lover, i know that you’re a demanding lover but somehow we communicate and understand.

“i’m no good at comforting”

i’ve never felt so

comforted

before.

i think the problem and the solution is that we are so nonchalant about us.  everyone knows that we’re in love but it can be shrugged off as though we’ve never spoken.  i’m glad we’ve spoken, your words often complement my thoughts in the most wondeful of ways.  let’s continue to love, let’s continue to shrug one another off.

if i’ve ever had a better friend i’m glad i lost whoever it might’ve been because i’m sure no one has ever understood me like this.