I think you could fall in love with anyone if you got to see the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around for a day and saw them crying in their bed or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich. I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn't be able to help falling in love with them.
What is love anymore, is it a feeling, or is it just a possession. Cause I tried relying on my feelings, but now I am left with a hollowness wrought with pain and anguish. Maybe my love is not suited for this world, and I am meant for something greater. And it seems like the truth is outweighed by lies, and to think I believed that good people prosper, but all I feel is sorrow.
I fall in love with people's passion, the way their eyes light up when they talk about the thing they love and the way they fill with light. (I do. One of my very favorite things about people is the way they talk about the things they love. All the world needs is people who have come alive.)
"I liked when my fingers were entagled in yours. and my head was on your ches listening to your heartbeat. it made me feel safe. like at that moment nothing bad could touch me. that I could stay in your arms forever." <3