The Time We Get To Spend Together

I’ve always wondered what falling in love with someone was like. If we’re going to be honest with each other about our intentions, or if the way we just flow so easily makes it to where those conversations are unnecessary. We’re already on the same page so why would we? But I feel like falling in love is not like that. Love does not have a rulebook or really anything it follows. Love just exists.

I feel like it’s there from the moment you’re old enough to feel things deeply. I feel like the way in which we love, is contributed to outside factors and how we choose to feel it. Once we do, love grows more prominent.

You can taste it better. You can track it down to the moment when you acknowledged that it was there all along. It’s like certain things, people, and places bring out the love that was already there.

It’s the fact that you know what love is when you feel it. It’s weird how when you figure it out it brings you to a place that’s warm-like when your mom is making you soup on a rainy day, or the way the sunshine gleams on your skin because it was waiting for you all night long. Love is feeling seen through all the flaws.

Love is being so wrapped up in the moment that all concept of time is nowhere near the realm you walk on. I guess what I’m trying to get at is that falling in love is us being able to exist in the same time together comfortably. And I am glad that I get to spend these moving minutes with everyone here. I hope we never forget what it feels like to love. I feel like that’s truly the only thing I know for certain regardless of physical happenings, that is omnipresent.