I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and your a good person, and , you brighten my da. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it's weird. Maybe it's scary. Maybe it's seems downright impossible to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like in this very moment you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether it's your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But their is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risking than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming
// Rachel C. Lewis //
