What can it do ?

Since middle school I was so fond of the idea that being in a relationship can bring happiness, let alone being be in love. Devoting your time to another. I thought it was always such a waste of time. For me, those thoughts come from bad experience. My belief was shattered to pieces that were hidden in these bad thoughts. I remember always seeing other couples be happy, make-out, call each other names, you know couple stuff. From my point of view I always found it to be complete bullshit. Why? I was in the same situation as them and it turned out to become a complete lie.

It’s quite the fairy tale to believe in. So there I was, putting my self out to other people. I don’t belong to anyone. I seeked out pleasure as does a young adult would. Fun experiences I would say. Things I would never forget because those were the memories I wanted to create and maybe say as I’m older. But it can really just hug you from the back. Startle and confuse you.

I never really liked to socialize. Nor did I ever try to make friends.Which I why I’m so glad to have met the friends that I have now. There are some people who come up to me. Except this one was quite bubbly. It was very dangerous since I was the tip of spike. Must be cautious. Although, that bubble seemed to know what it was doing. Floating so close to the to that sharp point. But it wasn’t afraid.

This spike now has fallen for this bubble. Although it can hurt the bubble. The spike cherishes it. I was the spike. And my partner is the bubble. She has come into my life not knowing what I was capable of doing. There I was was. Telling myself how fucking amazing it to go through with this. The feeling of how amazed it happened. How quickly it happened. The feeling of doing more. More for her. Be the best for her. Her and no one else.

As I’m here typing this down, napping next to me. I take a good look at her face thinking to myself that she is the best. For the things she has done for me emotionally and physically. There are things I need to improve on for her.

I’m that glad that I love her.