of course they don’t understand, baby - how could they? they have not seen the elation in your eyes when you greet me with inexplicable adoration; i do not believe there is a sight safer than you looking at me. they have not heard the softness of your voice when your lips part in a gentle whisper of three beautiful words; i do not doubt the truthfulness of them. they have not listened to your stories, or uncovered the fragments of you i’m not sure sunlight has seen; i will never tire of listening to the rhythmic way you speak. most of all they have not experienced the way you love: the fiery passionate beautiful way you love and if they had, they would have never questioned how i could love you
“inexplicable” by chloe roberts (via reconstructingchloe)
