If I love you I desire to know you in ways others don’t.
I want to know your dreams, fears, the journeys you take in the dark behind your eyelids before you give into sleep.
If I love you I want to know how your day went and I don’t want you to tell me “fine”. I want to hear about the crazy man on the highway on the way to work or the funny thing your coworker said that made you laugh till your stomach hurt.
If I love you I want to know your favorite flavor of ice cream and why, I want to know about those moments where your sad for no reason and have no words to describe why but you just are, I want to know about the times where you question your existence and why you are where you are.
I want to know about the times where you can’t stop smiling and you feel like the day was made specifically for you.
If I love you I want to know about the days you want to be alone and don’t want to talk to even me.
And If I love you I’ll love you all the same.
If I love you I love you. And that is that. Maybe I want to know to much, but if I love you I desire to know all of you..all of who I love so I can love you that much more.
Anyone who believes 300 years of oppression can be undone in a 50 year span does not have a basic comprehension of how this subjugation can become internalized and normalized, thus continuing to be a serious social issue
This can never be reblogged too many times.
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