Fuck Yeah Love! // Have you ever been in love? Let me tell you...

Have you ever been in love?

Let me tell you something.

Though i have always been that forever alone hopeless romantic, that never thought love was even remotely possible, i take it back.

Im madly in love with this dork. Who wakes up every morning and gives me a call, calling me beautiful, and babe, and dorky names. Who makes it his duty to come pick me up and spend at least 6 hours of his day being there for me. The one who will do anything to see me smile. The one that will make these little moves, in the most subtle way, as if i wasnt supposed to notice. The one thats smarter than most people i know. The one who holds my hair up when im dying in front of the toilet. The one thats there in a heartbeat at my toughest times of need. The one that calls me every night, after he brushes his teeth and washes his face, just to tell me he loves me, and he wishes me sweet dreams, and that the bed bugs dont bite.

We make sex noises while kissing to see who would walk in. We start talking with lisps thinking we’re sexy like that. We like talking in third person about this person we’re in love with. We love getting in n out, and just sitting in that parking lot… playing Slime vs Mushroom. We have random fights, on whether or not its worth driving down the street to get adsjkfahls. That awkward conversation when the man in the gas station looks at him, and questions his age. We love going to taco bell, late, like 2 or 3 am, and just hooking up in the parking lot, cause we could.

We hook up anywhere. kitchen counters, kitchen floor, any floor. Siblings bedrooms, parents bedroom. Anyones bedroom. Stores, restaurants. You name it, we’ll hook up there.

We have a schedule. Sometimes according to plan. We rent one movie every sunday, and go to his house. All morning, all evening, sitting there and watching these stupid movies, some on fx, some on showtime, and some on dvd. Hes over almost every day, from around 6 to 8 pm. He just comes over, while my sisters in my room, moms home, grandparents home, we dont care, we just sit there, staring into the ceiling, and talking about almost everything going on. Everything.

Im a hassle. Not only am i insecure, but im also very irritating. I get mad easily, and for no apparent reason. Im working on it. He makes me feel like the worlds prettiest girl sometimes. He makes me feel beautiful. which is rare. He makes me feel like im in a katy perry music video, in a high school movie, where you lose your virginity in a car, and run away, always being together, baking, cooking, doing absolutely everything with each other.

i have it all. with mr perfect. and though you may read this and laugh at how stupid this may sound to you, i really dont care. because in the end, im the one, going to sleep every night knowing that someone out there, is thinking about me, almost all the time, who’ll give me the world, and who will always be there for me. Yeah, i have that. And im telling you….

Im on top of the world with this boy.

by ittzsarahh

POSTED 1 year ago ♥ 101 notes

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