i don’t want to fall in love with someone who doesn't like the things i like. i know everyone says that but i often feel like people settle. people are afraid to look for that one person we dream of, the person we believe that we will magically run into at some hip bookstore while simon and garfunkel is playing on vinyl. it never happens, but only because we don’t wait and we cant wait. our society teaches us that time is going by and if things don’t happen when we they’re supposed to happen then it’ll never happen. I refuse for this to be, i am told by every “adult” in my life that i’m picky when it comes to dating but I know the universe has it out there for me. I’ll find that person, and we will have perfect and shitty nights and nights that consist of great passionate sex, and nights that never end. 

my perfect night is us two coming home together after the disgusting harsh day at work. I put on the velvet underground, undress myself and change. we cook something but half way cant even finish because we’re both simply too lazy (which is why we know we’re meant for each other) so we order pizza and while we wait watch parks and rec. 

the pizza arrives and its perfect in every way, we dont have furniture so we sit by the window where the view that we have of the city is semi blocked by the tree that we’re both to fond of to trim. we’re just sitting there watching this tree and one half of a view of  the city. I know this is just a moment in my life as human but as im here with you the one person who solely loves me for being the stubborn selfishy loving person i am, i am thankful. everything about you and i is wrong and right at the same time, we are everything society is against in terms of what is normal but right in everything that i believe. we finish our pizza and continue to listen to velvet underground, throw the box near the trash and get into bed. the house is messy, specifically a throw up of our disorganized week. as i look at you, laying next to me i think of all those times i doubted my fate in this universe. all the times i thought that maybe i wasnt meant to connect with another being the way i do with you. i love you with every part of my body, soul and mind and i wouldnt have this moment any other way. i sleep into the night laying next to you with this happiness that only comes from within the kind I cant necessarily explain, probably because I’ll end up sounding like a middle schooler who just had her first kiss and thinks she’s in love. however, i want this moment to last forever and i know it wont. it cant, it wouldnt be a moment if it did. so im happy that its ending or else how would i be able to call it a memory?