Elly Grey

Love is simple.  Is it really?  We wish it could be but how many of us feel it, but can't express it?  How many of us yearn for it and don't get it? How many sleep at night wanting to be held and to not feel so alone, even when there's a person lying right next to them? Is it really that simple?

 Perfect love, perfect lovers, perfect lives.  They do not exist.  What does exist and what matters, is the feeling, and the moment that is shared. Perfect words, perfect touches, perfect endings, Do not exist. What matters is what is now.

"I love you". "Mhm".

 The awkwardness that is Us. The wrong timing.  The wrong place.  Things that shouldn't have been said.  Us.  The suppression.  The sadness.  The longing to be. The awkwardness that is y ou and me. 

 Life's too short. You know that right?  So please come soon so we can spend our days together.  Call when you can so I can hear your voice.  Message in the microseconds between tasks so I know you're thinking of me too.  Because life's too short for this distance between me and you. 

 And when someone makes you happy, so happy inside, nothing else matters. 

But that's what it is, a wave. It comes towards you as a swell, it goes up high, higher than you, and you're under it and you come out the other side of it. It's just a wave and you ride it however you can, until there's sadness no more.