Sunday, May 4, 2014

sex/love

Love isn't sex. Screw that. Sex is sex. Sex is slamming your bodies together for pleasure. Whether you're in love or not, sex is sex and love is love. 

Because love isn't that simple. Love isn't something that can be over in less than a minute. Love isn't something that even the grossest and smallest creatures of the world can do. Love isn't something you can create with a stranger when you're desperate and drunk. Love isn't something that can mean the world or mean absolutely notning like it's some sort of either/or. Love can't be a mistake. 

Love is the way your eyes inadvertently light up when you think about that person. Love is that smile that creeps on your face when you're laying in bed. Love is humming his favorite song in the shower and thinking of him until you fall asleep. Love is wanting to grab him and kiss him as the rain pours down and there's a hundred people around. Love isn't an accident. Love isn't a drunken mistake. Love is the most passionate and beautiful thing a person can experience. Not sex. Love. Because when it's with someone you love, anything is beautiful and passionate. Even sitting on different chairs and watching Law & Order together. Maybe that should be called making love, too.