I love speaking my heart out. I love being horribly straight-forward. I love sending reckless messages to tell people I love them and tell people how amazing they are and how absolutely magical humans they are and how I can’t believe they really exist. I love saying “Kiss me harder,” and “You are a good person,” and You brighten my day.”
I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because we never know what may happen tomorrow. I might have a heart-attack. Or I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just let people know you want them and need them. To let them know what it feels like to have this incomparable feeling— the feeling of your heart bursting when you do not see them; the feeling of wanting them so much, to hold them and touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth; or the feeling of your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And their nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are only human, we are young, we are beautiful, and we are not as in control as how we actually think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the heart-attack might happen. We never know when the bus is coming.