me: that cant possibly be true

my brain: ok hear me out tho, what if it is?

I told myself I’d spend some time to myself. I’d do some soul searching, remind myself of who I am and what I like. Give myself time to heal from the last reconstructive surgery that I’ve had to perform on myself over the last three months after losing a part of myself. But as they say, it happens when you least expect it.

But maybe they’re wrong. These butterflies can’t be wrong. The high I get from staring into your eyes at two am can’t be wrong. The smiles you can produce by a mere “good morning, beautiful” can’t be wrong. The electricity that runs through my veins when you put your hands on my waist can’t be wrong.

Who cares what the world thinks? There is no right or wrong. Right now its just pure joy and ecstasy. No amount of potential future heartbreak will ever make me regret making out in your hospital bed in the middle of the night when your heart tried to give out on you or the panic when a nurse came in to check your vitals. I won’t regret running around our favorite kingdom together hand in hand and kissing under fireworks. I won’t regret acting like we barely know each other at work and then having you push me up against the wall of the elevator in passion the second we’re finally alone.