My Charlie Brown

Being in love is one of those things that doesn't matter how many languages you speak, you can never explain in words. Love is something that makes you weaker, it makes all the walls come down, it makes you feel naked. Love sometimes feels like being in a bed with no clothes on as the time has gone frozen. At the same time love makes you shine brighter, stronger, as if nothing could ever stop. Love makes you feel like death is the ultimate battle and even that you can overcome. Love makes you feel flawed and flawless at the same time. It makes you feel like you could do anything, and at the same time like you couldn't do anything by yourself. Love also makes you wonder; why did I fall for this person? 

Today I read an interesting answer: we accept the love we think we deserve. Do we? It's funny how lately I've changed, and at the same time haven't changed at all. I have changed because I'm more conscious of things, I make decisions, I take chances, I stop caring about things I used to care. And at the same time, I haven't changed because deep down I'm the same teenager waiting for that one person to save me from this world. I'm still waiting for him to change the world. 

It's not secret I'm falling in the worst way, I'm falling in love. I even got him as a birthday/xmas present a hot air balloon ride. I can't help the smile whenever I picture his face when he sees it. I think I'd die if someone did that for me. What can I say? I'm a helpless romantic. I think I wanna show him by taking in to the skies how I feel when he kisses me. Do you remember that Charlie Brown's episode when he's kissed by the girl he likes and then he flies all over the place 'cause he's overjoyed? That's how it feels when he kisses me. I'm scared of falling. I'm scared of not remembering how is it like not to be with him. And yet, at the same time, it's ok, I'm happy with him, even if it's not a while.

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