If you had to describe love in one word, what would it be? Beautiful? Painful? Blind?
If I were to do it, I’d say love is exhausting.
I’ve never loved someone so much. Wanted them to stay this happy. Felt the stirrings of anxiousness at small things. Known what fear is. How tiring it is to love someone so completely but being unable to put it across. Being overwhelmed by love at three in the night and wanting to give everything I have, everything I can. Trying to change, paying attention to minute things. Making another mistake while keeping track of some other thing, and then starting all over again, countless times. Seeing the other person give up on you adapting sometimes and feeling the hurt but rallying on. Feeling so many feelings all at once, all the time. The unpredictability of it – having a blast five days in a row and then like Legos having one tumbling block disturbing the entire arrangement. Being so hopelessly in love with someone so as to want to scream and let the whole world know and roll up in a ball in my blanket, simultaneously.
It’s like running a Windows 7 on a basic processor.