Real love. I may post a lot of things on this blog, but everything comes in second place to genuine Love.
The kind that makes you want to program a Pandora station of 80s power ballads so you can open your heart up a little bit more when you think about that special someone.
When you wake up in the morning, and you’re automatically in a good mood because you have allocated the first thought today about the passion you hold for someone.
The laughing you share when you let your guard down and act like a total pussy for this one woman. Everybody else gets to see the stoic calm character, but she gets to see somebody else.
When you care more about seeing her beautiful laugh and smile than looking like a sane person so you jump up on the counter at Target when she yells “the floor is lava” and everyone around you thinks you are an asshole except for the one person that matters.
There is no substitute in life to this. This is God’s greatest gift to us. If you lack it, go find it. It’s there. You just have to want it bad enough. We all have our excuses. Mine is coming out my fucking ears.
I imagine the sex would be life-shattering. Fuck, sex is already amazing anyways, but add in there a deep sense of love and it’s a whole new situation. I’ve been there before and I know how it can be. I know the inverse as well. We all do.
Love. It beats every other concept displayed on this blog by a fucking mile.
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