staring at the sun

im going to be completely honest. im in love. yes. love. the kind thats absolute, inexplicable, undeniable, indescrutible, adoring, and addictive.
im not going to lie. its one hundred percent that kind of love.
its the kind of love that i stress out when i haven't spoken to him in 2 hours, even though in many text messages he has assured me he is still alive.
the kind that make people on the street sick because i cant stop looking at him, looking at me, looking at him.
the kind of love that its a mutual understanding that we would sleep with our heros and heroines should that situation arrive. okay so in my case its cate blanchett, and in his, its the entire band of tv on the radio, plus picasso for headjobs probably, but it doesn't matter.
its the kind of love that when its raining we throw our umbrellas in the bin because we love how each other looks in the rain.
the kind of love that makes me feel incomplete when he isn't next to me.
the kind of love that is so intense that we are quite often asked to leave the room, to which we reply ' Embrace life man!'.
the kind of love where we can sit for entire nights in complete silence and complacency.

thats what kind of love we have.

or had.

listen to this beautiful quote:
"Love isn’t an act, it’s a whole life. It’s staying with her now because she needs you; it’s knowing you and she will still care about each other when sex and daydreams, fights and futures—when all that’s on the shelf and done with. Love—why, I’ll tell you what love is: it’s you at seventy-five and her at seventy-one, each of you listening for the other’s step in the next room, each afraid that a sudden silence, a sudden cry, could mean a lifetime’s talk is over"


i have to go and do some work .