Tonight I broke down, I feel like I entered my funk. My funk is a result of my negativity towards myself and my irresponsibility. I see my flaws more than anyone else and they bother me more than anyone else. I'm aggravated with myself as a human being and all I want is a restart-button.
We got to Eric's house and I cried my eyes out and the whole time he had his arms around me and was wiping away my tears. Occasionally he would kiss me and tell me not to be so hateful towards myself and that I shouldn't always bottle things in. (He's right, he always is.) After my cryfest we got out of the car for one last loving embrace before I had to go back home. He told me he loved me as he leaned down to kiss me with his index finger below my chin. As my head moved upward I hoped he wouldn't see the single tear slowly making it's way down my face. Luckily, the tear swept into the shadow from my nose beneath the moonlight.
When I cry I can see the pain in his eyes. When I lean in for that comforting embrace I can feel the warmth and care radiate off of him. And every time I hear my favorite three words, "I love you", I can feel my heart race with excitement.
He's the one I can always go to no matter what, I can talk to him about anything. In my worst mood he'll find a way to make me smile. He gives me an all over sensation that I can't put into words. He's my best friend. Not only is he my best friend, but he is my oh-so-perfect boyfriend. There's no love like this.
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