Sunday, March 3, 2013

DEAR SOULMATE: PLEASE JUST COME INTO MY LIFE

Dear Soulmate,

Please just come into my life. I’m really quite lonely. And I can’t believe anything other than the fact that you exist somewhere. If we’re waiting for each other, let’s stop waiting and just never allow loneliness to come into our lives again. Let’s make each other feel worthwhile, yeah?

I can feel you right here, where you should be. Where your fingers meet my bare skin, tracing to calm my heart rate. You smirk at the slight smile that lingers on my lips, knowing its existence is entirely your fault. I ramble on about unimportant emotions and events I find dire and you kiss my lips to silence. I look into your eyes, trying to convey my honesty and say, “I’m serious.” You give breathy laugh and run your hand slowly from to face to my hair. A word escapes your lips, smooth, barely audible. “Baby…” My thoughts are lost and that smile deepens to my soul. I feel loved.


It’s beautiful when you find someone that is in love with your mind. Someone that wants to undress your conscience and make love to your thoughts. Someone that wants to watch you slowly take down all the walls you’ve built up around your mind and let them inside. I want to love someone whose heart has been broken. So that she would know exactly how it feels and won’t break mine.

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