There is a difference between knowing love and feeling love.
We spend so much of our lives looking to the next moment and working our asses off to get to the next level. Anticipating what it will be like. But life isn't always about what's next, it's about the simple moments, and in these moments I am happy and I am content.
There is heartbreak, sadness and loneliness of course, but I want to enjoy these times. I need to enjoy these times. I want to be in love. Beautiful love. Crazy fucking love. The kind of love that deserves children, that deserves to be felt and caught up in. I want that kind of love.
But on the heels of happiness comes the fear of having to let too much in. Confusion, complication, second guessing. Know that I’m here for you when you are ready. If you are ready, there will be no assumptions, no expectations, except hope and fear, but mostly hope. And love, lots of fucking love.
Of our conversations it’s the little ones that I look back on. The ones I wish we could go back to have again and again. Maybe the conversations don’t have real importance or hold much weight, but I remember them. It marks a time. It marks a place. A feeling. I remember the words and the sentiments.
It’s the simple love that we have for one another that makes me know we could make it if we tried.