i won’t write about love. not today. i won’t think about the person i know it will change me into. i won’t pretend i’m waiting for love to save me [and expecting it will]. today i won’t tell myself that love is why i breathe why i write why i pour myself into all the things i do and do them only ever with love. i won’t pretend it’s not why i pull myself up and out and into life, in all those moments when i’d rather pull covers over my head and think about nothing, instead.
i’ll never admit that love scares me.
i won’t apologise for being utterly in love with being in love, for falling fast, for falling for the idea of a man instead of the man himself, because maybe i’ll fall a thousand times more. if i choose to.
i won’t feel ashamed of believing it will be soulmate big.
because one day i’ll melt into the all of you when you kiss me for the first time, the second
the third time,
and every wonderful time after that.
one day when you,
walk into, change and completely beautify my life.