For Saying Yes

This is what happens when I have deep conversations at 3 AM

swinginginathunderstorm:

Love is stupid.

Love is stupid, and painful, and absurd.

Love makes everything feel so much
bigger, turns waves into giddy smiles
lasting hours like foolish blushing
girls in stories who don’t even
know who they’re grinning about

Love turns text tones into terrors
Turns time topsy-turvy
Turns offhand compliments into
the nicest thing you’ve ever heard

But it isn’t just about the blushing
It isn’t about roses and tiny teddy bears 

And it doesn’t even have to be about
the cute boy who sang you a love song or
the girl with amazing legs
It doesn’t have to be about someone at all

Don’t forget about the rain
Or about the strum of a cello
Don’t forget about the smell of
cinnamon dusted over wood

And don’t forget.

Love makes you hide in corners
And it makes you cry
And when they cry it hurts
More than you could ever hurt for yourself

Love demands more than you have
Love never asks and it never

It never.

Don’t start asking what you’re
getting out of it because you’ll
never get as much as you give
and if it’s real, you’ll
never ask, because love is too much
even when you’re desperate for more

(Love is actually brilliant, you see)
(We’re the stupid ones)

This is great.

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