Love > Lust
It seems nowadays that a lot people crave the idea of lust more than love. It seems like their ultimate goal is going to a club and getting drunk, and meeting a hot guy or girl.
They crave seducing them and then taking them to bed for one night, and then being able to brag to their friends the next day about the dime they got some with the night before.
I, on the contrary, I do not crave that.
I crave meeting someone for the first time and awkwardly stuttering through your words because you can’t get your thoughts straight, because they’re so damn beautiful.
I crave feeling the rush of butterflies in your stomach when you see their name show up on your phone, even if it’s something as simple as “Hey, how’s your day?”
I crave the thought of seeing or hearing something that immediately reminds you of them, and you wish that they were right by your side to experience it.
I crave the sudden rush of adrenaline you feel when they smile at you or touch your arm; an act so small, yet so powerful.
I crave the feeling of talking to someone and feeling like you’ve known them for years, rather than only a few days or weeks.
I crave the feelings of intertwining your fingers with theirs for the first time. My hands are always so cold and sweaty but they wouldn’t mind, because that’s just one of the many things that makes me “Me”.
I crave the anticipation of the first gentle kiss goodnight in the car or on the doorstep. It’s so peaceful and so calming and so overwhelming and so electric, all at once.
I crave the feeling of having your cheeks ache because you literally can’t stop smiling at the fact that there’s 7 billion people in this world, and somehow you managed to come across the one person who makes you feel like you’re 1 in a million.
I crave the feeling of gazing into their eyes, and in that moment, time comes to a complete halt. And it’s just you and them.
I crave the most innocent acts of affection, whether it’s a random smooch on their cheek, mindlessly twirling their hair, or them falling asleep on your shoulder while watching a late-night movie.
I crave opening your eyes as you awake, only to gaze upon their face right next to yours. Yes; mouth wide open, drooling, morning breath and all. But that’s what makes the moment uncut, raw, and perfect.
I crave the feeling of realizing how much of a jerk you were in your argument earlier with them, and you walk down the hall to them to apologize, only to find that they were about to do the exact same thing.
I crave watching them candidly cook breakfast, or talk on the phone, drive a car, or read a book, and you can’t take your eyes off of them because they’re so perfect in everything they do without even trying.
I crave the feeling of holding them in your arms and never wanting to let go, because you’ve finally found someone who feels like home.
I crave the feeling of wondering why you were ever terrified to fall in love because of your fear of heartbreak. And you laugh, because now that’s just a distant memory.
Honestly, I’d take love over lust any day.
I can’t wait to fall in love.
