Seeing

When you get to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty or looks. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body- but not your heart. And that’s why when you really connect with a person, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.

I know its pretty uncharacteristic of me to post something like this, about love being real and true and whatnot, but these words really are undeniably true. Admitting this completely contradicts the conversation I just had with C, but at the same time it completely supports it. I guess it just depends on how much you look into things…

I feel like C doesn’t see me anymore, he just feels. You know what I mean? I’m not going to lie, I look at him… a lot… but I feel like the main reason we appreciate each other so much, and so well, is because we see past things. I know he does. C doesn’t have looks that need to be looked past, but I feel like he thinks I’m way better than I am, and I feel like this is why.

Wow, its funny how bipolar I can be with my posts about him. I hope my newly found peace will stick and not take me back to square one.

Love Always,
Morgan