"She scares me. She scares the living soul out of me. That’s normal right? To love someone so much that it scares the fuck out of you? There’s a warmth that explodes in my chest when I see her dance around the kitchen because I never thought that watching her cook dinner could be such a beautiful thing. The way she sways around in her yoga pants and tastes her cooking; I swear even I envy the spoon that touches her lips. She scares me. She scares the living soul out of me. Because I can’t help but laugh at her clumsiness and how she forgets her own recipes, like forgetting the cheese, or avocado, or something so insignificant. She’s offered me water twice now and I sit patiently at the table wondering when she’ll realize she’s forgotten all about it. A light flickers in me, she lifts me up with her flaws and her insecurities; I never thought that someone’s imperfections could do that to me. She scares me. She scares the living soul out of me. That’s normal right? That I love how she constantly rechecks the oven or the stove or how she glances at the TV whenever she has the chance to. I love how she makes coffee and how her cup somehow always contains more milk and sugar than actual coffee. I love her OCD and how she has to plate the food perfectly and how she smiles when she’s content with her cooking. There’s something scary about how you can grow to love someone more for their passions. How their happiness fills the voids in your heart and how her goals and dreams in life somehow become a part of your hopes. She scares me. She scares the living soul out of me because never did I think that this moment is all I ever needed. I never realized that sitting here watching her, is all I ever needed to feel whole. She scares me; she scares the living soul out of me because I never knew that loving someone this much was ever possible."
Monday Bliss in Apt. 204 (via h0pefulkid-withaninkedupheart)