My Heart’s Not Quite Ready For Love Just Yet
Love is a silly thing. Even sillier if you try to chase it.
Love is a silly thing. Even sillier if you try to chase it.
I’m ready to be in a place where you have not yet haunted every road, every room, every corner with the turn of your smile.
Running makes me feel grounded, safe.
But running also makes me feel wild.
Everything had changed, yet nothing had changed. And here we were again, two bodies humming with one another’s electricity in the moonlight.
It’s okay if you keep yourself busy, and if you’re happy just being instead of being with someone else.
She’s clingy in all the right ways.
I know there is so much earth left to discover, so much soft sand or hard ground for my feet to feel. So many people I have left to meet, so many lips to kiss, so many stories to write.
You begin to feel true, uninhibited happiness.
A love that covers everything else, like a thick layer of sunscreen. A love that fills our long, slow days like a favorite song played on repeat.
What matters is how you get up.