There seems to be this massive rush for couples to fall in love. Like if you’re not there by the appropriate timeline slot then your relationship is obviously not ok, or you’re not ok or you’re partner isn’t ok.
I am starting to think that just because something isn’t spoken about, doesn’t mean it isn’t there. I feel like some of the most beautiful things in the world are the ones we DON’T talk about. The ones words can’t describe.
Instead, I’ve been watching the actions of my ‘Love’r. And should it ever come down to the question of whether or not I am loved, I know I am. It’s all there, in the affection, in the way I feel around him. As though I am the centre of every universe. Treasured, respected and above all appreciated.
I’m not sure what the ‘accepted’ definition of love is, but for me, this is everything and more.
So, in a socially acceptable lingo, while we may not openly be confessing our love for each other, there is love in our relationship, and that, for me, is all I need to know...
Hearts in my eyes,
Dreaming of Daisy Fields...
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