You make the world brighter

I’m sick of complicating things. I’m tired of trying to shape love into something I can grasp between my fingertips. I hate having to worry so much about what’s right, or what makes sense, or what I should do, or who I should love.

With you, it’s not about those things.

It’s not about whether this will make perfect sense or whether it’s a forever type of feeling. It’s not about having all the answers. It’s not about knowing who we will become or where we will go before we’ve even started.

I’ve always been the type of girl who likes to know, who likes to plan, who likes to see the world laid out in front of her. 

But with you it’s different.

You make me smile. You make happy.

When I look at you, I see a thousand stories carved into your skull. I see memories; I see laughter. I see the person you’ve been, the person I want to discover. And I feel a million things that i want to tell you.

When I look at you, I don’t know what we will become.
But that doesn’t really matter.

What I know is that every single time our eyes meet and your lips turn into an upwards curve, I feel this unexplainable glow, this unmeasurable strength, this undefinable courage to fall back into love, no matter how many times I’ve fallen down.

But you make me see the world in a different light. You make my head spin in circles. You make the corners of my mouth turn upwards and stay frozen, a constancy I’ve never experienced.

You make me smile.
You make me happy.
You make the world brighter.

You make me believe in things like forever and happiness with that smile of yours.