“I love this. It’s like from the moment we see each other, there is constant laughter and sarcasm and commentary. We never run out of things to talk about, yet sitting in silence is just as good. I’m completely comfortable with you. You’re different. With you it’s like an automatic haven. I feel fully and completely safe with you. Oh, and this stupid smile that’s always across my face, that’s a plus too.”—(via eletheowl) (via 472239364)
“Nobody’s life is filled with perfect little moments. And if it were, they wouldn’t be perfect little moments. They would just be normal. How would you ever know happiness if you never experienced downs?”—P.S. I Love You (via littlemiss)
And still, for all the jealousy, all the doubt, sometimes I will be stuck with a kind of awe that we’re together. That someone like me could find someone like you — it renders me wordless. Because surely words would conspire against such luck, would protest the unlikelihood of such a turn of events.
I didn’t tell any of my friends about our first date. I waited until after the second, because I wanted to make sure it was real. I wouldn’t believe it had happened until it had happened again. Then, later on, I would be overwhelmed by the evidence, by all the lines connecting you to me, and us to love.
I’m saving up my secrets now, making careful notes, tucking them into the bottoms of drawers and the pages of books I never read. I’m not giving them away so freely anymore. I’m counting them, making sure I have enough left for you.