A state of excitable frivolity
"I swear to god, you're going to be the death of me."
That's all she can say in response to his words. His words. He has such a way with words that it surprises her. He could convince anyone of anything and still seem completely innocent in the process. He makes her feel crazy and silly and foolish and completely and utterly happy. God, she's so incredibly happy.
"Sometimes when I think of you, I picture the ocean."
She can't help but smile at his words. Her heart feels so light that it could just float away, and to be honest, she'd be okay with that because at least he would have it. She feels safe with him, which is so hard for her to find. He makes her feel appreciative of life despite all the things that went wrong in the past.
"Why would you think of me and see an ocean?"
Sometimes she worries that she's going to wake up and their conversations would be a dream, he would be a dream. She thinks that maybe she's falling too fast because this could just be him being friendly, him trying to make her feel safe because he's a good person, there's no denying that he's a good person.
"I see you in the crashing of the waves because even when you're angry you're simple and beautiful. I hear you in the sound of the birds chirping and the children splashing as they have a good time living out their childhood before the monsters get them. You're inviting yet filled with mystery. You feel like home."
She's excited to see him again. He's a series of closed doors, but every time a door even slightly cracks open, or maybe it just unlocks, she feels excited, like she's closer to him. She's never felt this way before, and all she knows is whether or not it ends with crashing and burning or undying love, she's excited to see where this road goes.
