are you sick of me? would you like to be?

i wrote this when we were still in love.

the minute that you told me you loved me i felt my lungs fill up with the weight of the entire world and i held my breath as i felt every wave in the fucking ocean crash into the planets until they were spinning out of control; shooting stars raced through my bones and lighting pulsed from my veins straight to my heart. you grabbed my hands and time stopped-every planet, every wave, the blood in my veins, everything. i gathered up the entire universe in one ginormous breath, and exhaled its entire fabric out through my first “i love you,” until nothing was left inside but the flowers that had been carefully watered at the bottom of my stomach amidst all of the chaos; the butterflies now had no reason to ever leave. in that minute, i felt all that had ever existed in the history of time and space.

i felt love.

1dietcokeinacan:

IF WE WANT THE REWARDS OF BEING LOVED WE MUST SUBMIT TO THE MORTIFYING ORDEAL OF BEING KNOWN!!!!

(via cherriesangel)