I am in love with the idea of being in love. Driving fast and far, sometimes too fast and too far, being ourselves and just sitting in the grass without words with our eyes on the world. Not looking for words or right ways to act, just doing and saying what we feel. Forgetting yesterday and not thinking about tomorrow. Fighting and yelling. Sharing thoughts and moments. Growing old together and having a normal life? Maybe.
Or I'm just being hopelessly romantic right now? Who knows. These things are too good to be true. I have never been in love for real.