Writers 
The crazy thing about our love is
How comfortable I've become whenever I'm with you.
How easily our conversations begin and never seem to end, going from one topic to another.
We have so many unfinished gists.
How silly we are with each other, caring less about the world around us and becoming so absorbed in each other's presence.
Telling crazy jokes and laughing without reserve.
The plays and games.
How free we are with each other, so carefree, so worriless.
It's funny how we forget ourselves when we're together, lost in our own little world.
So liberating. So genuine.
We barely have secrets now.
We hunger to tell each other everything, especially the latest gossip.
Now, it seems like you know me better than I know myself.
You know when I'm happy, sad, worried, or angry.
You read my moods like an open book and understand them with such maturity.
You predict my thoughts before I think them and speak my words before they leave my mouth.
You know me too well, and it's just crazy.
Oh, how sweet love is.
Oh, how fearful love is.
Because I don't want to build all this and lose it all in a day.
But for now, I don't want to think about that.
I just want to lie here, next to you,
Feeling your warmth and your reassuring presence.
Feeling safe.
Feeling wanted.
