Valentines Everyday

valentines today was different from all the rest. i liked it. :]

i like cuddling in bed and watching lost and scrubs. i like laughing out loud with you. i like being engulfed in your smell. i like stretching out on your bed in your room which is practically my second home.

it’s wonderful.

i’ve never felt this way about any boy before.. and as you know (if you’d know.), it scares me.

what’s love? i don’t quite know. but it’s a frightening notion, or used to be. to be fair, it’s enjoyable as well, i suppose.

it’s one of the biggest ironies. it’s this and that. not quite, but very much so. it doesn’t make sense, but it’s simplicity itself. my body says it’s a lie i don’t get, my mind says i’ll never understand it, and my heart tells me i’m not meant to.

please forgive me for the day before. i was.. terrible. maybe that’s why it gets diffucult and tiring sometimes. maybe i’m trying too hard, maybe i’m getting my hopes up too high. love isn’t like that, is it?

love is not about me, or you. it’s about an us.
it’s not about making me feel good about me, or making me feel wanted and needed and appreciated. it’s about us loving each other for who the both of us really are.
love isn’t about being noble, but it’s being supportive.
love isn’t about where or when you show it, but it’s about how you feel regardless or time and place, and letting the other person know.
love is not about burying insecurities and fears, it’s about facing them together.
love isn’t about the good times and bad times, it’s about cherishing every single second.

but as always, easier said than done. maybe i can’t give you the best and what you want, but i’ll be giving you the best of what i have because you deserve nothing less from me my darling.

“maybe not like i dreamed.. maybe not like you remember. but we could do more than just get by.”

so when i asked, why didn’t you say yes?