on love
"...
you are in love when you admit that half of the cynic-inspired theories about love you've claimed before are pure bullshit.
no, love is not a power play, where the winner is the one with the wittiest strategies and the loser is the one who's stupid enough to follow their hearts.
love is about not calculating anymore, like who loves who better or the chances of breaking up or compatibility.
love is when you have your period, he understands you fully and still loves you.
love is carrying you on his back from one floor to another.
love is sleeping beside you with his hands on your eyes so that light wont get in your eyes.
love is allowing you to spend quality time with everything and everyone like your goddamned sisters and goddamned laptop.
love is waiting for an hour and a half in the street corner to see you for a few minutes.
love is never allowing you to go home alone especially when its past 5:30pm, even if the sun's still high and bright, enough to scorch your skin.
love is never getting bored with what you write, be it doodles, letters, articles, stories or testimonials to other anonymous people.
love is getting giddy when you realize how sexy his voice is when you wake him up in the middle of the night.
love is making you feel a spoiled brat but not allowing you to eat chocolates and sundaes when your throat hurts.
love is making kissing noises on the phone.
love is managing with just 45php.
love is the dellusion that you are the most beautiful, smartest, funniest, sexiest, talented, sweetest, fragrant smelling girl in the world. (even if you're monstrous, moronic, corny, dysfunctional, rudest, and hasn't brushed your teeth yet.)
and even if you very much want to,
love is never having to say you're sorry."
posted by the irresistably conceited Jenni |
