and even though we're far apart, i can still watch you walk away;
i think loving someone, something, is about seeing it for all that it is. everything. the good the bad and the ugly. and loving anyway. sometimes, being able to laugh about the imperfections. the absurdity of it all--you, and them, and the love. and loving anyway. it's about allowing yourself to be blind, sometimes, when it feels right. but knowing that, behind the closed curtains, reality has not ceased to exist. and loving anyway.
it's about loving the stupid and the crazy and the wrong, almost as much, as fiercely, as the beautiful, the perfect, the awe inspiring.
it's about eyes open. passion in every direction, of every kind. from the passion of laughter, to humor, to love. so much, sometimes, that it just tumbles out. maybe in kisses. maybe in laughter.
love is so limitless, so all encompassing, if you close your eyes to anything, even the imperfect, you're missing out on the very best parts of it all.
...for anyone who ever thought i didn't love hanson. (because not everything is black and white.)
it's about loving the stupid and the crazy and the wrong, almost as much, as fiercely, as the beautiful, the perfect, the awe inspiring.
it's about eyes open. passion in every direction, of every kind. from the passion of laughter, to humor, to love. so much, sometimes, that it just tumbles out. maybe in kisses. maybe in laughter.
love is so limitless, so all encompassing, if you close your eyes to anything, even the imperfect, you're missing out on the very best parts of it all.
...for anyone who ever thought i didn't love hanson. (because not everything is black and white.)