ONE TAUGHT ME LOVE // TASK 001.3
♥ Where do I even begin with this one? I know we’ve been through the wringer. We’re up and down and left and right and sometimes it feels like we’re going to break our necks with the whiplash. But we can’t escape the feeling we give each other. It’s natural and effortless and otherwise full of warmth.
♥ We can be terrible for each other sometimes. We can be mean and harsh and say things we wouldn’t say sober. But I’m addicted. I’m in this and I’m in this for the long haul. We’re a few years in at this point and I know sometimes it feels like it can end in a split second but it makes me feel alive.
♥ I’m glad we aren’t a domesticated pair of men who meander around like nothing bad is ever going to happen. I’ve seen it happen, you’ve been there when it happens. We’re chaotic and crazy and so in love, it’s scary sometimes.
♥ My dad would’ve loved you. He would’ve treated you like this own son. My mom knows about you, probably more than you would want her to but once I get started talking about you I just can’t stop. The words fall from my tongue like an effortless song I’ve been singing on repeat since I met you. You’ve taught me the meaning of love, Rich. I’ve never loved a man the way I love you. It’s the kind of love I can feel in my bones, in the very core of my being and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to recover from it.
♥ But truthfully? I don’t want too. Every once in a while I think about if I could live in this chaotic, beautiful, technicolor love we have for the rest of my life and I always seem to come up with the same answer. Yes. But will I admit that to you? One day. Not yet, but one day, Rich Rockwell. One day I’ll say yes. You’ll see.
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