Love with you

Before you, love meant something different. I was naive and a little dumb, expecting fireworks and constant grand cheesy gestures because I actually believed the movies. I dreamed of that unending adventure. 

It’s not a roller coaster; it’s a leisurely drive along the coast with the windows down, warm ocean breeze, singing along to the radio. It’s not a stomach turn and rapid heart beats and sweaty palms; it’s a sigh of relief and a warm hug and squeezing your hand while shopping for sunscreen.

 Love with you is finding ourselves on impromptu beach hikes, picking out furniture, laughing at accidental farts sitting on the couch, discussing everything and everything, and making lunches together. 

Love with you is forgetting to care about phone notifications on our whole vacation, because the only thing that mattered was how soft your bronzed skin was under my fingertips and your smile when you watched the sun sink below the horizon in the Pacific Ocean. If you told me 3 years ago I would have had all  this with you I would have bet my life against those odds. 

Yes, you still give me goosebumps and take my breath away, but often in tiny unexpected moments. My heart still speeds up every time I catch a glimpse of you. Love with you is unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced. Love with you is slow and meandering, the most low-key expedition I’ve ever been a part of. Love with you is waking-up-early-on-a-Saturday calm and fresh-sheets-from-the-dryer comfortable.