Is love suppose to feel so... so... normal?
I mean, I feel like I can sky rocket with this person.
With them holding me. With their arms around me.
I'm flying like... like there is so much space to be free in.
Like a bird with no worries.
So simple. So easy. So... so... so undifficult.
Like I know what I'm doing when I have no clue.
It's like there's no end... to a feeling that feels so great.
To great to let loose, to let run.
I feel... feel like I'm walking on clouds.
Clouds that can hold the weight of a human body.
Clouds that seen to know what they are doing.
What they are doing in your life.
What they are doing in anyone's life.
It's a comfusing journey, but it feels so great. To great.
A "great" you wanna stick with and hold onto, and never let go.
And when you do let go you feel... feel so useless.
So you grab on again. You feel great again.
You dont let go. You never want to.
So you keep ahold of it.
And keep ahold of the person who brought it to you.
Knowing it is possible to let go, you look at the bad ending and laugh. Laugh at it saying:
Who would want to let something this great go?
So great you feel like your flying.