all my loving

A perfect partner in life is someone who can be with and talk about anything without realizing that the day is over. Someone who will always listen and feel twice the joy or pain you’re going through. When you start to feel that connection, never let it go because there’s more to companionship than there is to love. Because in the end, when all else fails and consumed, you will always hold on to those times you don’t even need to hear the words I love you.

Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect him to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect him to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn’t exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing, love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it. Love happens, and it is so incredibly messy.

Time is tricky. You have whole months, even years, when nothing changes a speck, when you don’t go anywhere or do anything or think one new thought. And then you can get hit with a day or an hour, or half a second, when so much happens it’s almost like you are born all over again into some brand new person you for damn sure never expected to meet.