I wasn’t sure what love was until we were sweaty and half naked and screaming…about how tired we were of scraping wallpaper off the walls. Have you ever tried? It’s horrible. Or maybe it was when he was away with his family but he was texting me about how he knows I would pick the tomatoes off but he wishes he could make me try the nachos they just ordered cause I’d love them. He makes me feel beautiful. I tell him to shut up but I smile when he tells me to stop “painting” my face with “all that black stuff.” I don’t know how he does it but he knows me. I’m feeling a little insecure and before I can let him know he starts talking about how obsessed he actually is with me. The insecurity evaporates and all I can do is sit there in awe wondering if he was made for me. He makes my heart smile. We never get bored with each other. I thought the day we climbed a tree together to see the view of Boston was the best day ever, but then the next day we were a little buzzed and he stopped me in the middle of the street just to tell me I was the best thing that had ever happened to him and that was an even better one. And yesterday I swore I actually loved him so much that I couldn’t possibly have room to love him any more. But then the sun came up today and I knew that I do.
(via seabelle)

















