Supersonic

By now, you probably know how utterly inlove with you I am. How I deliriously ramble on about you without even noticing that I do. How every action and reaction ripples down to you. How the slightest smell or memory can transport me into those lazy days I spent alone with you.

And even though these actions clearly show a true testament of my love for you, I try my best to hold my ground, to prevent this flood of emotion that will surely drown us both.

Because yes, I believe that I am my own person. That I am strong and independent. That I carry my weight around and I need no help in defining who I am and who I am to be.

And that although my love for you does not dictate who I am, it affects every fibre of my being. And if my loving you should show the world my one grave weakness, then it shall be.

I will be the girl who loved.