Let’s Be A Mess

I want messy.

Not the kind of overwhelming, unorganized messy, but the carefree, lovely mess.

The mess of your hair that sticks out in every direction after a good night of sleep.

Or the mess of tangled blankets because you like to cuddle close during movies.

The mess of making muffins and getting flour absolutely everywhere.

A messy first kiss that ends in awkward chuckles, pressing my forehead against yours.

The mess of having to give your dog a bath and getting water everywhere.

The mess of mascara running down my cheeks not because of tears but because we were dancing in the rain.

I don't want a neat, put together life.

I want something real and lovely.

I want messy.