Love lifts you up.

It’s so hard being hurt by past loves and then just trying to get trough life not thinking about all the things that went wrong, that you did wrong all those moments you could have changed. You try to look back at the earliest signs of it burning, and eventually crashing. 

You think that you’ll never find love again, that you’ll keep your walls up and you won’t let yourself get hurt, but you’re actually dying inside for someone to come alone with the strength and love to tear them down. 

When you find love again, or really it finds it’s way back into you, you wonder if it can all be real.

It makes you feel stupid and silly and bubbly and like you’re going to ralph up everything all at the same time but you continue to crave it despite all the crazy it makes you feel. 

It makes me feel kind of like we’re floating out of our bodies together, and all I want to do is kiss you.