I woke up this morning in my own bed. I was hugging my pillow, imagining we were still adhered together, like the night before. I pretended I could kiss your forehead, greeting you to a bright, early morning. Confused, you'd fall back asleep because it would only be 9 or 10. I always wake up too early. But I don't mind laying with you while you sleep on my shoulder, waiting for time to pass, and for it to reach early afternoon.
Right now, love feels light. Light, but constant. Steady.
There are times when it's explosive. When it is desperately urgent. When it is annoyingly protective. And at times, even helpless.
The only constant thing about love is how unpredictable it is. And if I've learned anything about us by now, its that this flowery feeling won't last all that long. We will fight, make-up, cry, fuck, laugh, kiss, yell, tease, push away, reconcile, make love, trust, doubt, hold back, forgive, and move along. And believe it or not, this chaotic instability is indeed the stability I've always craved and longed for. Even if at times, I want to punch you in the face.
And since love is still weightless, I'll just put that out there.
I miss you, love. I always miss you.
mkp.
