A peak into my thoughts on being in love
secrets I am scared to share
Dear Lover,
I love being with you and yet, when I am not with you
sometimes, I wish you had never stepped into my life
that I could live in the bliss of not knowing you
of being utterly selfish
to be able to live without a plan or timeline again
I miss deep diving into life without a care in the world
I miss not feeling selfish for my desires
I miss me
but to tell you this would be the biggest heartbreak yet
you've become such a big part of my heart that to see you hurt
well that is a pain I can't even begin to fathom
my heart hurts just thinking about it
and truth be told I don't want to return to a life without you
I love, loving you
your goofy smile that melts my cold exteriors
the way you love to cook but hate fresh produce
the way you light up when I listen to you explain your many nerdy hobbies
I could camp out watching comedy with you any day of the week and not feel like I am missing out on a single thing
I can even handle your stubborn need to fact check everything, even the things that lie outside the constraints of logic
I just don't want to live in a box, full of boxes, and you my love, love to put thoughts, ideas, and even feelings inside of boxes
my mind cannot fit inside any shape
She refuses to be constrained by the boundaries of man and celestials alike
yet if I could never feel the comfort of being held by you
of watching the sun illuminate your face first thing in the morning
of hearing the chickens sing their egg song as we make breakfast together in nothing but underwear and your t shirts
of your chest cradling my head as we drift off to bed
of hearing about your many adventures through dreamland
I would feel like my days lost some of their color
and if I couldn't be there to remind you to take clove oil
or remind you to stay warm and be careful
to make sure you don't leave for work on an empty stomach
the worry in the back of my mind would camp out there forever
and I would wonder all day long, if you were ok
So in short, I love you, and I love me
and I don't want to have to miss either of us
I just haven't figured out how to do that yet
About the Creator
Melancholic Mama
I no longer know who I am, but I do know what I am
A mother and a wife
A woman lost in the sea of life
I don't know if I will ever be a who again, or if I am doomed to live the rest of my days as a mere what
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