If I felt things intensely and regarded my lover as a mentor, it would mean that I was in head over heels. In the past, I would confuse obsession with love. This is a distinction worth noting, one that took me a long time to learn. I’m in love with you because I’m not obsessed with you.
“Honey, I’m home….and no longer terrified.”
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All day long, I can feel fragile, like a raw nerve, and when I come home to you, it’s like I just put on the thickest winter coat and installed bulletproof windows in my apartment. All I know is that when I’m with you, I feel like I’m clutching a giant thing of pepper spray or reliving a moment of being carried to bed by my parents when I was five years old and fell asleep in front of the television. People always talk about feeling safe with someone and you wonder what it even means. I’m in love with you because you make me feel safe. You’re the one who makes me want to be more empathetic and stronger. You’re the nice one in this relationship. How does one even get kind eyes? How do I convey warmth and vulnerability all in one glance? I guess I’ll just leave to that you. You have eyes that make everyone else’s look dark and scary, including mine. If you were to be put in a line-up of people and someone asked me, “Who would you love the most?”, I would pick you.
I’m in love with you because you’re lovable.