I have no idea what I'm doing.
written by C.S. Lewis (via awelltraveledwoman)
This morning he and I lay entwined beneath the sheets of his bed. Neither of us spoke, but the lingering silence was, in a way, even louder than noise. There was so much I wanted to say but did not quite know how to put into words. One question filled my head much more dominantly than any other: what if his feelings didn’t match my own? It was a terrifying thought. I looked up at him then, through sleepy eyes and tangled wisps of hair, and whispered his name. What I saw when his gaze met my own was enough reassurance to give me the push I needed. I could see how much he cared, could feel it in his tender touch, and suddenly I wasn’t afraid. I knew how he felt; I didn’t need words to validate the obvious.
But I wanted them anyway.
My voice sounded small when I asked him how he felt about me. He paused a moment and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He gulped—he was nervous. Too much, he said, he likes me too much and it scares him. My gaze was questioning, he could see that, so he moved his face close to mine and said, very softly, ”I’m falling in love with you.”
It was like time had stopped and the earth had fallen from beneath my feet. The pounding rain was quieted, our breathing was quieted, my thoughts and worries and fears, quieted. It was just him, and for the first time in my life, I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be: falling in love with this wonderful man.
written by Kurt Vonnegut (via flaews)