“The kiss before she goes to work, then the second kiss and the last one before she has to go. Okay one last kiss she says and comes back to kiss you again. Then I watch her get into the car and drive off before I close the door. When dinner time comes around; she makes dinner and I clean up. Might be unfair since cleaning it up means rinsing the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher but she’s okay with that. When I wake up and find her making pancakes and when I say I feel spoiled she smiles and replay with; well I only made them because I wanted some myself. I kiss her and tell her I still feel spoiled. This to me is love. The everyday tasks, the small words and touches; yes this is love to me.”
I found a new kind of love (via chilirainbow)
it’s really quite amazing, isn’t it? this falling in love thing this lets-hold-onto-each-other- and-pretend-nothing-else-exists- thing this let’s look into each others’ eyes like we are trying to dive as deep into them as we possibly can, to get lost, to find some new galaxy, to get swept away and never return. this love thing, it’s kind of funny because you realize that even when you can’t stand how they cut their toenails or the way they eat so methodically- you know you still think they are perfection no matter how flawed they may be. it’s kinda weird feeling like someone else is an extension of yourself like some extra limb or aortic vessel. not that love is like having a weird deformity but it’s kinda like legos in that you keep building and adding new parts to make create something from nothing. this thing is unlike any other thing because not even the smartest harvard scientists really know what it is kinda like no one really knows how our brains work and it’s funny because this love thing is all in our brains, isn’t it? it’s a chemical imbalance and we are just tiptoeing on a tightrope of possible insanity in order to keep this ooey gooey mushy feeling alive like some crazy experiment created in a lab and we all know that this love thing is quite possibly the best thing to ever happen in our otherwise mundane existence.
