SO YES.
I have a problem with letting people in. it’s not that I don’t want to, but my mind is just waiting for the day when my most precious person betrays me…And I know it will tip me off the edge
But love comes; I mean true love comes during the most regular days with the most random people. You just sat in one corner and that person somehow made you feel like you can show the world how bizarre you are and that there’s nothing as rare as someone who isn’t afraid to be themselves in front of the entire universe and you just know how you’d define happiness.
The guy who can sing and dance with me in the car with a maxxxx volume sound and trip over random people *who actually find it F-U-N. The guy I listen to and who listens to me while he stares into my eyes and Drake me with “Sweat pants, hair tied, chillin’ with no makeup on, that’s when you’re the prettiest” The guy who takes me out to show me how beautiful the world is instead of kissing me and taking advantage of each moment, the guy who eats with me with bare hands and in the streets. The guy who helps me in helping out others, who kept me closer to my faith and the guy who is in love with the kind of family that I have.
How can I not love him?
