me being so excited to *finally* be over this guy i’ve had feelings for for years only to develop a new crush within the next two business days is unfortunately so on brand for me😁…🫠 (my daddy issues are showing)
happy valentine’s day!!!!!!!!!!!!????<3
being a romance writer has truly warped my perception of love and romance irl in a sense that i have *such* high standards and expectations of what i want in a relationship.
i want a love that sweeps me off my feet and nothing less! it’s too bad basic romance feels like some unattainable holy grail these days🫠
where are the men who yearn and court??? where are they????????!!!!!!!!!
I loved how the universe manifested itself as her. And for that brief moment in billions of years, I was there for it.
I finally realized that sometimes the worst kisses were really the best kisses.
Like every time we tried to kiss and our teeth hit because we couldn't stop giggling and laughing.
Or when our lips were tight against our face, because we couldn't stop smiling at each other.
Those were the kisses we had.
Even after years of being together, those were our kisses.
Beautiful, memorable, awful kisses.
We never had a song together, but we sure as hell had a life together.
My thoughts of her rise to the top,
like fizzy bubbles in my soda pop.
I'll not waste good chapstick,
on bad kisses anymore.
My ice cream is always exactly 15% ice creamier after I see her.
Her science holds up.
The Sun doesn't concern herself,
with the other stars in the sky.
She is too busy lighting up the world.
She says, I love you
but what she really says is,
"tell me you love me."
My silence
does not sit well with her
Like Eve of Eden
she suddenly becomes aware
of her own nakedness,
fashioning clothes out of bedsheets
pulling them towards herself
with a hint of disdain.
I don't blame her,
her reaction is justified.
I have been in her place before.
I don't think our love was like any storybook,
We worked like cold, clinically drafted plans.
She told me exactly what she needed to build foundations, as I did for her.
And we both learned to be architects along the way.
We learned to read instructions written in two different languages, the hidden meaning of gestures.
Reenforcing weakness and learning failure points.
It may not be as exciting as any great book but I know what it will look like in the end.
.... because she comes with a troubleshooting section.
Her beauty was as rare as counting to infinity.
Exponential in grace.
Equal parts predictable to irrational and a dash of paradoxical.
But still she contained all the answers to the universe if one just cared to do the math.
No one is beautiful,
Like she is beautiful.