how is this my life
i walked into this thinking "yeah right, this shit doesn't happen in real life" because this shit doesn't happen in real life. you don't meet someone on the internet, have them drop everything to drive 1210 kilometers to pick up you AND all of your stuff, and have it work out. in real life you meet someone on the internet and they do something stupid and crazy like drive from rural alberta to vancouver island to pick up a girl they've never met before and it turns out to be awkward as fuck and everybody regrets it.
so if i keep looking at you like i can't fucking believe this is happening, it's because i can't fucking believe this is happening.
on friday night we sat on the breakwater and i kissed you for the first time with the sound of the ocean tide growling against the rocks beneath us. you told me you were terrified of me. on sunday we drove without stopping, spoke without stopping, spread out our life stories like endless patchwork quilts, stopped mid-sentence to drown in the glory that is driving through the rocky mountains. on monday you left bruises all over my body and snarled my name, wrapped your whole self around me and carried us into sleep. on tuesday you charmed my family into loving you.
so if i can't stop falling into your eyes and shaking my head every time you smile it's because i am blown away by how real this can't possibly be.