Feelings. Butterflies. Content. Excited. Happy. Satisfied. Comfortable. Relaxed.
I don’t know what love is supposed to be like. I’ve spent a lot of time over the years assuming I was just not capable of experiencing it.
When I can be the unedited version of me and still be comfortable when I am with you, it’s love. When I don’t feel like I owe you a smile, it’s love. When I don’t worry about saying the right thing, it’s love. If I don’t feel like I have to hide who I am at that moment, it’s love.
When I can accept you for everything you are and everything you are not, it’s love. When you touch me and I don’t have to question your motives, it’s love.
Sometimes the best way to describe this feeling is to just acknowledge how I feel when I am with you. I am simply me. I don’t feel like I have to perform some ritual to deserve you. I don’t have to figure out the games and all the rules. You make me feel like I can be honest and genuine. This is the best feeling I have ever had. I suppose that is why I feel like this must be love, or something kinda like it.
The Accidental Boxer 