You’re in Love for the first time.
I'm gonna write about what it is like in love in a long distance relationship because I've been in one and I kinda guess I'm in one now???
Constantly checking the phone. I can't describe to you how it feels having the shit scared out of you during practice. I keep my phone on silent or vibrate, but usually silent. I look at discord. Instagram. Anything. Any sign of contact. None? Okay, fine. I'll check in five seconds. Constant practice. Practice makes permanent. Not perfect. I have to perfect. Perfection makes a good impression. I need to make this work or I can't live.
One word replies suck ass but paragraph texts are ass.
Send a two sentence response.
did i disappoint them?
did i make it too long?
did i make it too short?
Oh thank fuck.
My heart drops. I haven't told them good morning.
Ooh, I got first text!
OOH THEY REPLIED!!!
Yummy, food. I wish you were here to share it.
I wish I could give you a hug.
I wish I could-
I need to get my shit together.
Do they understand how I want this text to come across?
(Significant other is typing ... )
oh no did I fuck up?
(Significant other is typing ... )
("That's good to hear!")
Did the joke land?
Oh thank god.
My heart drops.
I feel like I'm going to throw up.
:( oh no
Have a good day.
Make sure you eat."
Make sure y'all sleep well and/or have a good day!
there are no words that we humans have created that will adequately encompass falling in love for the first time.
the closest thing we have are butterflies, the idea of falling head over heels, the world gaining colour, and all those cliches.
but really, it’s not the same thing.
being in love is painful and so cruel, it’s unrelentingly kind and sickly sweet like honey. it’s dancing in the rain and then dealing with the squelching of shoes after. it’s eating candy until your stomach hurts, and laughing loudly in public more than you should.
it’s utterly everything.
He is tall, lean, yet sturdily built.
his skin the color of caramel, his eyes a warm brown, his hair a curly black mess.
He is such a flirt, knowing the right thing to say
to make me blush.
when we flirt, late into the night,
he makes me feel like I am one of a kind.
he teases me, he toys with me, he makes me laugh.
everytime i talk to him, my heart flutters,
riding a rollercoaster like no other.
the high it gives is such a rush,
i don’t want it to end, I just can’t get enough.
when we talk just to talk,
he makes me feel like I am special.
He’s somewhat forgetful, a reason why I call him Dory.
Talking to him is the best part of my day,
i wish I could just be with him all the time.
the only thing separating us is 6 states
and a two hour timezone difference.
if I could lay in his arms forever,
i would take that opportunity
and never let him go.
It was August of 1996.
First day of High School for me but,
he was in 11th grade
I first saw him standing under,
a tree in the shade
With some of his guy friends
I walked over unafraid
We had World Geography togethe since,
he failed it the year before
I liked him so much one day,
I passed him a note
It read do you like me,
check yes or no
He said yes! WOOHOO
He was the epitome of
tall,dark and handsome to me
Instantly there was insane chemistry
Then the first time we kissed
oh my, the electricity was crazy
His lips gave me glorious sensations
filled with authenticity,
and every kiss there after
Well I basically fell in love
with him quickly
We knew it was true love after
a few months
Not puppy love, I mean real love
We even made plans for him to,
take my virginity
Mom's boyfriend came home early
He was my everything,
That one man I will always
be in love with!