Scribbles

No.49

I want a love this is blinding. A love so powerful that it takes my breath away. I want to come home from long days to someone waiting for me, and I want to be that someone waiting for them on their long days. What I want is a great big epic romance, completely with forehead kisses, and fall outs, and make up in the rain, because what is a love without its faults? What is a love without the argument, and the triumphant feeling when you overcome them together? I want a love where I am seen and I am heard, full of pride and admiration. A love where they are glad to be seen holing hands with me, laughing with me, being happy with me and loving me. A love where I get to adore them, and shower them in affection and tell them every day how lucky I am that I met them and how truly astounded I am that they have let me have the joy and privilege of being in their life, of being the one they want. That they want me, and share the love I give them. A beautiful love story or all the ages. With unbeatable odds that are thrown out of windows, obstacles that are battered out of the way with a loving hand. A love so fierce that everyone around you just knows. They just know how blissfully happy and in love you are. They see it in your eyes when you look at them, when they catch you smiling each other across the room when you think no-one is looking, or no-one can see. A love where you miss them so much when they're gone, even if it's just for a few hours. It'll be like a magic that I believe it. It will be so honest and pure and raw and so full of emotion that it hurts. As strange as that sounds, I want a love that hurts. In my eyes, if it doesn't hurt than it isn't real. I want a love so real it hurts. I want teddy bears, and flowers, and picnics, and jewellery with initials. I want to be blinded and knocked head over heels. I want this person to walk into my life and I want to find myself wondering how I ever lived without knowing them. How I managed to walk this earth not knowing that they existed. I want that to be a question, a question I ask myself every time I look at them and they don't realise that my eyes are even on them. I want to walk in the park, arms around each other and everyone sees. They just get to see how in love we are it makes them jealous, and it makes them inspired and it makes my heart burst because I will be so happy. I will look at the ground and smile to myself when I see the way they look at me when they think I can't see. I want a love that becomes the thing I live for. Them being the first thing I think about when I wake up and the first thing I see when I open my eyes. I want to get butterflies every time I see them. I want them to be the last thing I see before I close my eyes and the last thing I think about before I go to sleep. I want a love that overwhelms me and I love the consumes me and a love that brings out the best version of me. I want a love that is so very, very blinding.