Do you know how you can tell if you really loved someone?
You miss them.
At the end of the day, it's the pain of their absence that stands as a testament to how you truly feel. You might think of them and reflect fondly back on the memories you shared together, or lapse into a sweet (albeit short) nostalgic moment, or experience the most fleeting sense of wistfulness. Which is all well and good...
But when your heart feels like it's being torn in two and your chest constricts and your thoughts all muddle together and you have to shut your eyes so tightly that little stars explode behind your eyelids - that's when you know you had something real.
PART II
It's funny, we all know what we want but we never actually get it. We all want to look a certain way, to wear certain clothes, to have a certain amount of money or success. We all want to be happy and feel good about ourselves. We all want that one person who will complete us, make us feel whole — like those missing pieces were never even there.
We want and we want, but we never quite get it. And if we do, it isn't until much, much later when it doesn't matter much anymore. Or we have to sacrifice something else, and in the end we always end up wishing
to go back and redo the mistakes we've made. But it doesn't work like that, nothing ever does, nothing is ever simple.
I want you, and I guess I sort of have you, but not in the way I want. I want you to be right here, right now, but you aren't. I want you to ask me out but you haven't. I want to kiss you but I haven't. I want to hold your hand again and cuddle with you again because that was nice, it was really nice.
I want all of this, and I want to finally get it. For once, let me have something.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
LOVE/THOUGHTSWHY WE STAY
Everyone know about love....so I feel that we have something in common, you and I. Whoever you are. Everyone on here, knows what it's like to have an insatiable urge to just talk to that one boy or girl, man or woman.
And then there's the few of us that know what it's like to love someone with a burning passion that we know will leave us burnt out in the end. We feel it get more intense and swear we'll stop, after one more kiss, one more text, one more time. We swear it'll get better, and if it doesn't we'll leave for sure.
But we know we won't. Somewhere inside of us, that little voice of reason and honesty whispers, "Even if you had a thousand reasons to leave, you would look for just one to stay." That voice is right. Because, the way I see it, when you truly, really, without a doubt are one hundred percent commited and in love with another person, nothing and I repeat, nothing can stop you from waiting day after day after restless day for that person. But when that person makes it crystal clear that they don't feel the same way, either through actions despite their words, or words despite their contradicting actions, something in us shatters. It hurts more than anything because those incredibly strong feelings are so hard to come by. But don't let it break your heart, don't let it tear you down. Don't start speeding through new people, new relationships, and new experiences to try to forget the pain. It won't take away the pain. It'll make it even worse. Because every time you close your eyes and feel someone else's lips, you'll open them only to realize they don't belong to the person whom your heart belongs to.
That is all.
And then there's the few of us that know what it's like to love someone with a burning passion that we know will leave us burnt out in the end. We feel it get more intense and swear we'll stop, after one more kiss, one more text, one more time. We swear it'll get better, and if it doesn't we'll leave for sure.
But we know we won't. Somewhere inside of us, that little voice of reason and honesty whispers, "Even if you had a thousand reasons to leave, you would look for just one to stay." That voice is right. Because, the way I see it, when you truly, really, without a doubt are one hundred percent commited and in love with another person, nothing and I repeat, nothing can stop you from waiting day after day after restless day for that person. But when that person makes it crystal clear that they don't feel the same way, either through actions despite their words, or words despite their contradicting actions, something in us shatters. It hurts more than anything because those incredibly strong feelings are so hard to come by. But don't let it break your heart, don't let it tear you down. Don't start speeding through new people, new relationships, and new experiences to try to forget the pain. It won't take away the pain. It'll make it even worse. Because every time you close your eyes and feel someone else's lips, you'll open them only to realize they don't belong to the person whom your heart belongs to.
That is all.
PERSONAL/LOVE: SHE IS MY CUP OF TEA
The first kiss is like a cup of hot tea.
Its just you and the cup of tea. You're sitting alone. The setting is beautiful. You're dying for the tea but you know it's too hot now. But you know it has to happen. It has been in your mind long enough. You're just waiting for the perfect moment. Maybe now it's not too hot -- You lean forward, lift the cup. And while you bring it closer towards you, you don't look at anything else but it so that nothing goes wrong. Your hold is neither too delicate nor too strong. And then you bring it towards your face. You close your eyes to enjoy the moment so that you have no visual distractions.The first sip is just a touch with your lips.
Not perfect yet? You wait another half a minute, keeping it right next to your face, doing things to make the moment come faster. This cycle goes on for a while, till the moment is reached when you feel that your chances can't get any better.
You bring it closer this time. Now you've decided that you're going to do what you had to do, no matter what. You close your eyes. You hold it tight in your hands. And then each centimetre you bring it towards
you, there is apprehension whether it will be as good as you had expected it. But now there is no stopping you.
Once again, first a slight touch. But this time, there is no resistance. The lips open up. The contact is made. You let it consume you. Your mind is blank for a moment. It's perfect. Its so sweet that you're overwhelmed. You continue. You feel something rushing inside you. It's just so good.
But obviously you don't finish the cup of tea in one go. After a few moments of the nirvana, you stop and place the cup back safely. And smile. Because now you know that the whole cup is yours. And no matter
what, you won't let anyone take it away from you.
How do I know? I guess it's because when it comes to love, she is my cup of tea
Its just you and the cup of tea. You're sitting alone. The setting is beautiful. You're dying for the tea but you know it's too hot now. But you know it has to happen. It has been in your mind long enough. You're just waiting for the perfect moment. Maybe now it's not too hot -- You lean forward, lift the cup. And while you bring it closer towards you, you don't look at anything else but it so that nothing goes wrong. Your hold is neither too delicate nor too strong. And then you bring it towards your face. You close your eyes to enjoy the moment so that you have no visual distractions.The first sip is just a touch with your lips.
Not perfect yet? You wait another half a minute, keeping it right next to your face, doing things to make the moment come faster. This cycle goes on for a while, till the moment is reached when you feel that your chances can't get any better.
You bring it closer this time. Now you've decided that you're going to do what you had to do, no matter what. You close your eyes. You hold it tight in your hands. And then each centimetre you bring it towards
you, there is apprehension whether it will be as good as you had expected it. But now there is no stopping you.
Once again, first a slight touch. But this time, there is no resistance. The lips open up. The contact is made. You let it consume you. Your mind is blank for a moment. It's perfect. Its so sweet that you're overwhelmed. You continue. You feel something rushing inside you. It's just so good.
But obviously you don't finish the cup of tea in one go. After a few moments of the nirvana, you stop and place the cup back safely. And smile. Because now you know that the whole cup is yours. And no matter
what, you won't let anyone take it away from you.
How do I know? I guess it's because when it comes to love, she is my cup of tea
PERSONAL/LOVE/THOUGHTS: LOVE IS NOT A FEELING. LOVE IS ACTION
Love is not a feeling. Love is being caring. Caring about everything that is important to them. The little things, the big things, the things that they say don't matter, but you get that inner feeling that they do. Caring about how your actions affect them. Caring about what they want. Caring for the fragile heart that is concealed within their frame of flesh.
Love is being faithful. Faithful to your word and to your promises. People make promises without knowing the extent of what they mean. Love keeps true to those promises no matter how hard it gets. Love is being faithful to them in an emotional sense. You have no eyes for anyone else. It means being faithful in a physical sense. You do not imagine committing promiscuous acts with anyone. Not even them.
Because Love means respect. Respect for their wishes. Respect for what they need. Respect for their body and for their mind; you strive to keep them in the best condition. You respect their boundaries, again, both physical and emotional.
Love is honest. It strives to keep dishonesty out of the relationship, knowing that it will tear it apart from the roots. Keeping lies away from the tongue, that could kill any blossoming concoction of emotions. It realises that the object of the affection deserves the truth in all cases. Knowing that it's best, no matter how it hurts.
Love is serving. It does anything possible to cater to the needs of the other. It recognises that it wants to do anything it can to better the life of the other.
Love is selfless. It puts off its own desires and wants for the other. It shares its thoughts, life, resources, and anything it can with the other. It gives them what they want at the mere expense of what it itself wants. It does so with complete happiness.
Because Love is humble. It realises that it has no authority or reason to be looked up at. It realises that credit does not need to belong to it. It realises that pride will split the branches of the partnership; it will create strife and dispute. Two of the things it strives so hard to demolish.
Love is being patient. Understanding that human nature is hard to deal with. Understanding that patience is key to creating a solid foundation. It realises that rushing with leave holes and unstable foundations that will leave everything to come crashing down upon itself, causing tears and heartbreak that could easily have been
prevented.
Love is understanding. It understands all of this. Whether it chooses to follow this depends on the degree in which it occurs. It understands that a human is nothing without love. Love makes the world go round. It understands that without this, it is nothing.
Love is not a feeling...
Love is an action.
Love is being faithful. Faithful to your word and to your promises. People make promises without knowing the extent of what they mean. Love keeps true to those promises no matter how hard it gets. Love is being faithful to them in an emotional sense. You have no eyes for anyone else. It means being faithful in a physical sense. You do not imagine committing promiscuous acts with anyone. Not even them.
Because Love means respect. Respect for their wishes. Respect for what they need. Respect for their body and for their mind; you strive to keep them in the best condition. You respect their boundaries, again, both physical and emotional.
Love is honest. It strives to keep dishonesty out of the relationship, knowing that it will tear it apart from the roots. Keeping lies away from the tongue, that could kill any blossoming concoction of emotions. It realises that the object of the affection deserves the truth in all cases. Knowing that it's best, no matter how it hurts.
Love is serving. It does anything possible to cater to the needs of the other. It recognises that it wants to do anything it can to better the life of the other.
Love is selfless. It puts off its own desires and wants for the other. It shares its thoughts, life, resources, and anything it can with the other. It gives them what they want at the mere expense of what it itself wants. It does so with complete happiness.
Because Love is humble. It realises that it has no authority or reason to be looked up at. It realises that credit does not need to belong to it. It realises that pride will split the branches of the partnership; it will create strife and dispute. Two of the things it strives so hard to demolish.
Love is being patient. Understanding that human nature is hard to deal with. Understanding that patience is key to creating a solid foundation. It realises that rushing with leave holes and unstable foundations that will leave everything to come crashing down upon itself, causing tears and heartbreak that could easily have been
prevented.
Love is understanding. It understands all of this. Whether it chooses to follow this depends on the degree in which it occurs. It understands that a human is nothing without love. Love makes the world go round. It understands that without this, it is nothing.
Love is not a feeling...
Love is an action.
LOVE/ THOUGHTS/POETRY: AND YOU WERE GONE
And then, just like that, you were gone.
You were gone like the last breath of summer on the wind in late October, the wind that causes goose bumps to rise up on faded forearms when it blows and chills through the thin shirt worn in July that's not yet put away for next year.
You were gone like the solitary brown leaf left dangling on a spindly arm of a bare tree, hanging on to the memory of sunshine and warmth radiating through the air, but finding only cold encroaching through the atmosphere, and being so lonely that it lets go of its hold and swirls down to the ground to join the other leaves that were too once so bright and new.
You were gone like the footprints left in sand on the beach; footprints that were left by children running and laughing and shrieking along the grains and parents chasing after those children and calling them back from going too deep into the powerful and churning water. Footprints left by lovers walking hand in hand and
winding a path of toes and heels through the sand, so beautiful but so very fragile. The waves lapping at the shore eagerly lick up every imprint left by those spending a day in the sunshine, and in a split second, the traces are erased.
You were gone. You were gone when you removed yourself from my life.You are gone.
You are gone but not forgotten by my heart, my mind, my soul. Because though you're gone, I always hope that you will come back. I hope you will come back just like I always hope for the breeze to fill with the heat of the summer and the leaves to grow thick on strong branches of trees and for footprints to be dragged through the sand.
You're gone, but I still hope.
You were gone like the last breath of summer on the wind in late October, the wind that causes goose bumps to rise up on faded forearms when it blows and chills through the thin shirt worn in July that's not yet put away for next year.
You were gone like the solitary brown leaf left dangling on a spindly arm of a bare tree, hanging on to the memory of sunshine and warmth radiating through the air, but finding only cold encroaching through the atmosphere, and being so lonely that it lets go of its hold and swirls down to the ground to join the other leaves that were too once so bright and new.
You were gone like the footprints left in sand on the beach; footprints that were left by children running and laughing and shrieking along the grains and parents chasing after those children and calling them back from going too deep into the powerful and churning water. Footprints left by lovers walking hand in hand and
winding a path of toes and heels through the sand, so beautiful but so very fragile. The waves lapping at the shore eagerly lick up every imprint left by those spending a day in the sunshine, and in a split second, the traces are erased.
You were gone. You were gone when you removed yourself from my life.You are gone.
You are gone but not forgotten by my heart, my mind, my soul. Because though you're gone, I always hope that you will come back. I hope you will come back just like I always hope for the breeze to fill with the heat of the summer and the leaves to grow thick on strong branches of trees and for footprints to be dragged through the sand.
You're gone, but I still hope.
PERSONAL/ LETTER/GOD: DEAR GOD
Dear God,
I am terrified of being alone forever. I can do it all alone now, I even like it, but that's with the hope that someday I won't be.
I hope I'll find someone who will love me unconditionally. I want her to think my flaws are beautiful and my smile lights up her world and my laugh is music for her soul. I hope she'll see past my problems and weaknesses and believe that my strength is staggering. I want her to say I am kind, say she loves my heart and is giving me her own for the rest of her life.
I haven't met this woman yet, . I don't even think half the time that something this wonderful will exist for me, but God do I hope it will. Please, let me have this beautiful, basic miracle in my life. I promise I'll never take it for granted.
I'm sorry I ask you for this everyday. I know you have a plan for me,and I know its whatever is best for me. Please though, hear my prayer at least. Think about it, and if you ever get a chance, get back to me?
I love you.
Love,
I am terrified of being alone forever. I can do it all alone now, I even like it, but that's with the hope that someday I won't be.
I hope I'll find someone who will love me unconditionally. I want her to think my flaws are beautiful and my smile lights up her world and my laugh is music for her soul. I hope she'll see past my problems and weaknesses and believe that my strength is staggering. I want her to say I am kind, say she loves my heart and is giving me her own for the rest of her life.
I haven't met this woman yet, . I don't even think half the time that something this wonderful will exist for me, but God do I hope it will. Please, let me have this beautiful, basic miracle in my life. I promise I'll never take it for granted.
I'm sorry I ask you for this everyday. I know you have a plan for me,and I know its whatever is best for me. Please though, hear my prayer at least. Think about it, and if you ever get a chance, get back to me?
I love you.
Love,
PERSONAL/LOVE/THOUGHTS: YOU FIND THAT PERSON
You know there are times. Times when you think to yourself; what am I? Who am I? How do I know whom to love, when deep down inside all I want is to be happy? How do I find that one person who makes me truly feel in this world where nothing is guaranteed. And all I want... All I want is to love, and be loved in return.
But then there are times that you wish you were normal. That you wish you could give back that flutter in your chest. Times when you wish you could just give up your heart and build yourself a mechanical organ that beats the same rhythm as everyone else.
But then you find that person. Your person. Forget about fear. Forget that you are confused and scared and have never know what it means to have another person on earth look at you and say; 'I love you,' and mean it.
They make you forget everything but the thudding in your chest. And then they smile and even that thudding is gone, because you've followed after them. They care about you even through all those hardships and trials, and you look at them and you can feel again.
And even if you never get to be with them, part of your heart will always be safe knowing that; to that person, you are worth something. Even if it's not the rainbows and butterflies you thought it would be, you find that person who changes how you see the world. They make blue turn into red and they make water into air. They care enough not just let you get away with your shit. They force you to face your shadows and your darkness and they tell you that they're not afraid of someone with nightmares.
And it may not be perfect, or simple, or right. But it is what it is, and it makes the world a little less lonely, and for once in your life you stop asking questions. For once in your life, there is someone else who is just as scared, and vulnerable, and confused as you, but willing to take a risk. And for once in your life, you feel home.
But then there are times that you wish you were normal. That you wish you could give back that flutter in your chest. Times when you wish you could just give up your heart and build yourself a mechanical organ that beats the same rhythm as everyone else.
But then you find that person. Your person. Forget about fear. Forget that you are confused and scared and have never know what it means to have another person on earth look at you and say; 'I love you,' and mean it.
They make you forget everything but the thudding in your chest. And then they smile and even that thudding is gone, because you've followed after them. They care about you even through all those hardships and trials, and you look at them and you can feel again.
And even if you never get to be with them, part of your heart will always be safe knowing that; to that person, you are worth something. Even if it's not the rainbows and butterflies you thought it would be, you find that person who changes how you see the world. They make blue turn into red and they make water into air. They care enough not just let you get away with your shit. They force you to face your shadows and your darkness and they tell you that they're not afraid of someone with nightmares.
And it may not be perfect, or simple, or right. But it is what it is, and it makes the world a little less lonely, and for once in your life you stop asking questions. For once in your life, there is someone else who is just as scared, and vulnerable, and confused as you, but willing to take a risk. And for once in your life, you feel home.
PERSONAL/LOVE: MAKING ME FEEL CLOSER TO YOU
Billions and billions of years ago, before you and me and our planet, stars were burning themselves up, exploding in on themselves with more heat and power than we can ever fathom. And in those furnaces elements were created, the same atoms that would one day make up our earth. The atoms that make up us.
Sometimes it seems like there's an insurmountable distance between us. You're so beautiful, and kind, and good, and far away. But both our bodies have known the power of a supernova. We both come from stars--maybe the same one. And even though it was trillions of years ago, ligh tyears away, sometimes that makes me feel a little closer to you
Sometimes it seems like there's an insurmountable distance between us. You're so beautiful, and kind, and good, and far away. But both our bodies have known the power of a supernova. We both come from stars--maybe the same one. And even though it was trillions of years ago, ligh tyears away, sometimes that makes me feel a little closer to you
LETTER/PERSONAL: YOU WERE THE GIRL EVERY BOY WANTED TO BE WITH
You were the girl every boy wanted to be with. They wanted you to look their way. They wanted you to stare at them and smile. They wanted to make you laugh and make you notice them. They wanted you to dance around them, they wanted you.
But you never did pay attention to the rest of them. What, with your long black hair and big brown eyes I'm sure any of them would have squealed with delight to have you.
But as you kissed me last night ... I was the one squealing. My heart stopped for a breif second as I realized no one would ever own you, but I could come close to it. You closing your eyes and half smiling half laughing made me feel lucky to even be in the vicinity of you.
You're a goddess and everyone besides you knows it. The essence of your youth and beauty and grace will always be with you and we will always all love you.
But you never did pay attention to the rest of them. What, with your long black hair and big brown eyes I'm sure any of them would have squealed with delight to have you.
But as you kissed me last night ... I was the one squealing. My heart stopped for a breif second as I realized no one would ever own you, but I could come close to it. You closing your eyes and half smiling half laughing made me feel lucky to even be in the vicinity of you.
You're a goddess and everyone besides you knows it. The essence of your youth and beauty and grace will always be with you and we will always all love you.
LOVE: DARE YOU TO LOOK
Have you ever looked at someone of the opposite sex dead in the eye. Just straight, smack dab in the eye and just looked. Not a sexual look. Not an intense gaze. Just a look.
Initially, it's awkward. Extremely. If not for you, then for them.
But look at it this way. You get to look in their eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul. You get to see who they really are. You get to see if their eyes are even worth falling in love with.
And them. Even if they feel awkward, they'll remember the way youlooked at them, and it's going to haunt them. And you will become unforgetable and mysterious. Or, they will look right back and maybe smile. Or maybe, just maybe with a shot of tequila, they'll lean in and ...
Well, you should find out.
I dare you to look.
Initially, it's awkward. Extremely. If not for you, then for them.
But look at it this way. You get to look in their eyes. The eyes are the windows to the soul. You get to see who they really are. You get to see if their eyes are even worth falling in love with.
And them. Even if they feel awkward, they'll remember the way youlooked at them, and it's going to haunt them. And you will become unforgetable and mysterious. Or, they will look right back and maybe smile. Or maybe, just maybe with a shot of tequila, they'll lean in and ...
Well, you should find out.
I dare you to look.
PERSONAL/LOVE: BACK TO LIFE
In each of our lives, we have those few precious moments where we truly feel alive. And then there's the rest.
Life is a dichotomy, comprised of these two parts... Those fleeting moments where we believe, if only for a few seconds, that we're not alone. And everything else in between.
You were the one who gave me this opportunity. It's more than just an experience. It's a strong, overpowering force that takes over and transforms you. You become the feeling. Suddenly, your idea of life is changed forever.
Those dull moments that occupied the majority of your time are now replaced with sweeping highs and crashing lows.
And then it's all over. How do you come back from that? Back to the life you once had, before you knew of this alternate realm of existence. It's never quite the same.
Life is a dichotomy, comprised of these two parts... Those fleeting moments where we believe, if only for a few seconds, that we're not alone. And everything else in between.
You were the one who gave me this opportunity. It's more than just an experience. It's a strong, overpowering force that takes over and transforms you. You become the feeling. Suddenly, your idea of life is changed forever.
Those dull moments that occupied the majority of your time are now replaced with sweeping highs and crashing lows.
And then it's all over. How do you come back from that? Back to the life you once had, before you knew of this alternate realm of existence. It's never quite the same.
PERSONAL/LOVE: IT WOULD BE NICE TO HAVE SOMEBODY
It's like, I understand that some people are objectively attractive. Symmetrical faces or nice hair or 'good' bodies, right? But then I'm just like, 'Yeah, okay. They're good looking. woman.' I don't care. And then I'll see someone with like, that one thing I can not resist and it's not even a thing most people would find attractive. Maybe it's dark eyebrows or a certain type of smile. Most people would go, 'Really? That?' Meanwhile, I am on fire.
Despite the sun, shinning down to drench me in its warm loving rays. Despite the rain, with its temperamental raindrops that could sooth my soul with gentle little kisses, or screams alongside me with droplets plowing into the cement like speeding bullets. Despite the flowers, whose iridescent petals shine with the blinding color spectrum of the air we breathe. Despite the stars, hanging in the sky like diamonds scattered into an abyss of breathless beauty. Despite the wind, that plays with the loose strands of my hair as though to transform the strawberry strands into monarch butterflies. Despite the warm amber pebbles that line beaches shores, and the topaz water dancing around the edges infinite horizon line.
Despite all these beautiful things I am lonely.
Beyond lonely.
I have no one to cast a shadow beside, our fingers intertwined as the sun beams around us. No one to dance beside in the temperamental rainstorms. No one for me to pick flowers for to stick in their paper bag lunches or in the visor of their car to give them a little thing to make them smile. No one to stargaze with, no one to sleep under the stars with, no one to kiss me under the cool rays of moonlight. No one to spin me around in the wind, and tug on the loose strands of my butterfly hair. No one to walk beside on the beach, to play within the topaz water, to build amber sandcastles beside.
It would be nice to have somebody.
Despite the sun, shinning down to drench me in its warm loving rays. Despite the rain, with its temperamental raindrops that could sooth my soul with gentle little kisses, or screams alongside me with droplets plowing into the cement like speeding bullets. Despite the flowers, whose iridescent petals shine with the blinding color spectrum of the air we breathe. Despite the stars, hanging in the sky like diamonds scattered into an abyss of breathless beauty. Despite the wind, that plays with the loose strands of my hair as though to transform the strawberry strands into monarch butterflies. Despite the warm amber pebbles that line beaches shores, and the topaz water dancing around the edges infinite horizon line.
Despite all these beautiful things I am lonely.
Beyond lonely.
I have no one to cast a shadow beside, our fingers intertwined as the sun beams around us. No one to dance beside in the temperamental rainstorms. No one for me to pick flowers for to stick in their paper bag lunches or in the visor of their car to give them a little thing to make them smile. No one to stargaze with, no one to sleep under the stars with, no one to kiss me under the cool rays of moonlight. No one to spin me around in the wind, and tug on the loose strands of my butterfly hair. No one to walk beside on the beach, to play within the topaz water, to build amber sandcastles beside.
It would be nice to have somebody.
PERSONAL/LETTER/LOVE: YOU'RE MY BLANKET, AND YOU COVER MY HEART
When I crawl into a warm blanket at night, I pretend it's your arms. The sweet smell of home covers me when I curl up under it, however, when I'm with you I can feel that, feel at home. That thin cloth of security strengthens me, and tells me I can sleep fearless, but in your arms I feel like you will protect me, and you are fearless.
Nothing can harm me under the cozy embrace of my blanket, but I know it's possible that it will slip away... Then leave me cold...
It's a scary thought isn't it? That my covers may come off in my sleep... That I'll freeze. Just like you can loosen your grip on me, and leave me to feel the cold embedded heart ... All you could do is reach out with the tips of my toes, and feel the blanket that once covered me, and has not quiet left.. All you could do Is clutch onto that hope only grasping onto that little bit of love...
But those are the fears of a nightmare while hiding under the blanket,because in all honesty a nightmare is nothing compared to a dream. Dream, separating the good in my thoughts. When I feel my warmth held
under that blanket, I remember the warmth held in my heart. No matter where you are you warm my soul and keep me safe. love... It guides me, shelters me with warmth, stops my nightmares...
You're my blanket, and you cover my heart.
Nothing can harm me under the cozy embrace of my blanket, but I know it's possible that it will slip away... Then leave me cold...
It's a scary thought isn't it? That my covers may come off in my sleep... That I'll freeze. Just like you can loosen your grip on me, and leave me to feel the cold embedded heart ... All you could do is reach out with the tips of my toes, and feel the blanket that once covered me, and has not quiet left.. All you could do Is clutch onto that hope only grasping onto that little bit of love...
But those are the fears of a nightmare while hiding under the blanket,because in all honesty a nightmare is nothing compared to a dream. Dream, separating the good in my thoughts. When I feel my warmth held
under that blanket, I remember the warmth held in my heart. No matter where you are you warm my soul and keep me safe. love... It guides me, shelters me with warmth, stops my nightmares...
You're my blanket, and you cover my heart.
PERSONAL/LOVE: EYE CONTACT WITH A COMPLETE STRANGER
You know when your walking through a crowded room and you make eye contact with a complete stranger. But it wasn't just normal eye contact it was like you were attracted to each other. And then you both or gone in a blink of eye.
Well heres what I think about; What if that person was your soul mate and you're going to meet them again later in life. You never know who you are going to fall in love with. I think about this all the time.
Well heres what I think about; What if that person was your soul mate and you're going to meet them again later in life. You never know who you are going to fall in love with. I think about this all the time.
LOVE LETTER/PERSONAL: I WANT TO KNOW
I want to know all your deepest, darkest secrets. I want to know you love me, and trust me. I want to feel special, like I have the only key to your heart.
I want to know how you sit, the way you breathe, the way your heart beats. I want to know if your palms get sweaty, like mines, when we're around each other. .
I want to know all your favorites, and all that you dislike. I want to know your favorite pie, and your favorite flower. I want to know if you like skirts or prefer dresses. I want to know the types of music you listen to. I want to know the position you fall asleep in, and if you like to cuddle.
I want to know your favorite meal and if you like spaghetti tacos. I want to know if you wouldn't mind eating meatless spaghetti with me,and whether or not you like avocados.
I want to know your mom's name, and get to know your little sister, even if she's a little intimidating.
I want to ride bikes with you. I want to walk around a lake with you. I want to lay under the stars with you. I want to get familiar with that warm aura you give off.
I want to remember the way your hands feel, and I want you to know my secrets. I want you to take care of me when I'm sick, and I want to make you soup when you're feeling cold.
I want to kiss you. And I want you to kiss my nose and forehead, as if telling me that I'm yours. And I want to cry into your shoulder when I'm sad, and I want to comfort you when you're down. I want you to help me confront my fears, and I want to learn the secrets to being confident.
I want to know that I'm handsome, because you're the only one that can really convince me that I am. I want to know that I have no reason to be insecure. I want to know that I'm attactive.
I want to know your favorite popcorn flavor, and if you'd prefer blueberries or cherries on your pancakes. I want to know if you enjoy ramen, and what kind of cheese you enjoy most. I want to know if you prefer sausages or bacon with your eggs.
I want to be there for you when something bad happens. And I want to see your radiant smile when something close to a miracle happens. I want to be the one you think of when you hear love songs, and I want to be the one you secretly dream about.
I want to know you'll be by my side through thick-and-thin. I want to know you feel the same way. I want to know that you won't leave me alone.
I want to know what you're afraid of, and help you conquer that fear. I want to tell you you're amazing when you get insecure. I want to tell you that you're amazing all the time.
I want to be yours. No, not like I am now, but officially. No one has to know, but you have to know that I am yours and yours only. I want to be the one you call your soulmate, and your one and only.
I want to grow old with you. I know we won't have ten cats when we're older, because of your allergies, but I want to have you.
That's a lot to wish for, but you made me into a dreamy, lost, hopeful romantic. I just...
I love you.
I want to know how you sit, the way you breathe, the way your heart beats. I want to know if your palms get sweaty, like mines, when we're around each other. .
I want to know all your favorites, and all that you dislike. I want to know your favorite pie, and your favorite flower. I want to know if you like skirts or prefer dresses. I want to know the types of music you listen to. I want to know the position you fall asleep in, and if you like to cuddle.
I want to know your favorite meal and if you like spaghetti tacos. I want to know if you wouldn't mind eating meatless spaghetti with me,and whether or not you like avocados.
I want to know your mom's name, and get to know your little sister, even if she's a little intimidating.
I want to ride bikes with you. I want to walk around a lake with you. I want to lay under the stars with you. I want to get familiar with that warm aura you give off.
I want to remember the way your hands feel, and I want you to know my secrets. I want you to take care of me when I'm sick, and I want to make you soup when you're feeling cold.
I want to kiss you. And I want you to kiss my nose and forehead, as if telling me that I'm yours. And I want to cry into your shoulder when I'm sad, and I want to comfort you when you're down. I want you to help me confront my fears, and I want to learn the secrets to being confident.
I want to know that I'm handsome, because you're the only one that can really convince me that I am. I want to know that I have no reason to be insecure. I want to know that I'm attactive.
I want to know your favorite popcorn flavor, and if you'd prefer blueberries or cherries on your pancakes. I want to know if you enjoy ramen, and what kind of cheese you enjoy most. I want to know if you prefer sausages or bacon with your eggs.
I want to be there for you when something bad happens. And I want to see your radiant smile when something close to a miracle happens. I want to be the one you think of when you hear love songs, and I want to be the one you secretly dream about.
I want to know you'll be by my side through thick-and-thin. I want to know you feel the same way. I want to know that you won't leave me alone.
I want to know what you're afraid of, and help you conquer that fear. I want to tell you you're amazing when you get insecure. I want to tell you that you're amazing all the time.
I want to be yours. No, not like I am now, but officially. No one has to know, but you have to know that I am yours and yours only. I want to be the one you call your soulmate, and your one and only.
I want to grow old with you. I know we won't have ten cats when we're older, because of your allergies, but I want to have you.
That's a lot to wish for, but you made me into a dreamy, lost, hopeful romantic. I just...
I love you.
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