Green Eyed Monster

I was fine until this morning, but then I checked Instagram and there was this heartfelt caption an IG friend wrote for his wife on her bday.

I’m pretty sure this has happened before. Pretty sure I’ve cried heavy tears over the words this man has written for the woman he loves. 

  1. Because this feels all too familiar.
  2. Because her birthday is days from mine.

Normally I never take anything anyone writes on IG that seriously. Social media is not real life. It’s highlights and bullshit and the life people would like for others to perceive. 

Most of the time.

But I honestly believe this man feels this way about his wife. Word for fucking word. I don’t know if its because he’s a wedding photographer by profession and he’s enveloped by love and romance all the damn time, or that he seems like an honest-to-GOD genuine fucking dude.

I just believe him. 200%. And I’m skeptical of everything…

I’m trying to figure out if it’s narcissistic to want to be thaaaaat much in love.

To have one person think the world of you and communicate it through mere words, so much that even someone across the United States can feel how much you love this single human being. So much she bawls fat and salty tears.

My heart is so heavy, so fucking jealous that no one loves me that way.

But oh well, it’s all just the meantime right?

Maybe my life is lit when I’m 65 and retired, and me and boo thang are living off Salesforce stocks and our 401k's. That way when vows are “till death do us part” I have a better chance of a man actually keeping his promise.

Get it?

Cause we’re closer to death at that age anyways?

*MAKES JOKES WHEN I’M FUCKING CRYING*

There you are, defense mechanism…

Right. On. Time. 

If you didn’t laugh at that you need to stop reading my blog and go.