But I have to go with my whole instinct when it tells me that I love him and he loves me, and nothing else matters. Even if other things matter quite a lot. Even if it's in the midst of everyone getting killed. Maybe this is how people end up marrying Nazis but I can't help it.
My favorite part of this isn't about how great her love is, it could even overcome death on the scale of that which occurs in the play; it's when she says, "even if other things matter quite a lot."
I know that there are a lot of things in my life that matter. I have a lot of caring friends, I have my family, I have a future to look toward, I have school to push myself through.
And yet, I know that when we are together that is the only thing that matters.
I know it sounds cheesy.
I know it sounds cliche.
I know it sounds stupid.
But when he and I do anything together, whether it's playing Angry Birds on his phone, or telling each other things we would never tell anyone else. It's the only thing that matters.
About three months ago, what feels like forever ago, I met this guy. He just sort of happened upon me where I never expected him to be, and I've never been so pleasantly surprised in my whole life.
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