How wonderful to have people to get weepy about, and how crazy-amazing-weird it is to give your heart and for them to return the gesture.
And probably what's weirder is to watch them hold it in their hands and instead of tossing it around or dropping, they hold it close and protect it and make it full and make it beat hard.
it's not the kind of thing that people understand, necessarily. It's not anything that people are going to make a movie about, but it something i blogg about....because i'm a sentimental fool and my heart is mostly bursting.
it's cleaning on saturday mornings, it's watching marathons of the Following, and la ink, and once, it's car rides and skyzone dates, and walks and coffee and ice cream runs....
it's the ordinary type of extraordinary and something tailor made for a chosen few.
on a less, mushy, more serious and adult note....i literally have never had anyone who i've been so totally honest, transparent, open.....all those big adult words that give everyone large amounts of anxiety with....
It's scary and sometimes, more often than not, i find myself ugly crying....about God knows what, feeling like a flimsy piece of paper and like a complete lunatic because no one cries about the things i do.
until you look over and see the tears flowing from eyes that aren't yours. It's just strange and you know that no one else besides Jesus could have thought it up or made it come together. the way that it has. and that's pretty neat.
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