We all have that soft, soppy, romantic side. Here is mine. This is for the person that I am going to marry. The person that I am going to spend my life loving and making as happy as they make me.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Thursday, March 06, 2014
06/03/2014
"Dear future lover,
I hope our love is the kind that I don't even have to think about. I hope that I never have to convince myself to love any certain part of you because I hope it all comes naturally. I hope our love is the kind that is quiet on the outside but loud on the inside. I want to love you like the space between lightning and thunder - electrified and alive, but silent and knowing. And I want you to love me like the clouds love the rain. You're going to have to let me go on my own sometimes, but I will always come back, and we will always to two parts of the same thing."
-Marianna Paige
I hope our love is the kind that I don't even have to think about. I hope that I never have to convince myself to love any certain part of you because I hope it all comes naturally. I hope our love is the kind that is quiet on the outside but loud on the inside. I want to love you like the space between lightning and thunder - electrified and alive, but silent and knowing. And I want you to love me like the clouds love the rain. You're going to have to let me go on my own sometimes, but I will always come back, and we will always to two parts of the same thing."
-Marianna Paige
Wednesday, March 05, 2014
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
11/02/2014
"It’s Monday,
and your hair is messy.
You haphazardly put on your jeans and shirt
as you moan about the day of the week -
and I love you.
It’s Tuesday,
and you’re stumbling your way around the room,
trying to sort out the things you have to do.
You stop to briefly kiss the freckles on my nose,
asking me about my day -
and I love you.
It’s Wednesday,
and you’re quietly sprawled on the couch.
You pat the spot next to you and pepper kisses on my hair
because it’s my least favorite day of the week (and you know it) -
and I love you.
It’s Thursday,
and you’re wondering what the weekend will bring,
but you’re still moaning about how
the week is going by too slow for your tastes -
and I love you.
It’s Friday,
and I’m surrounded by DVDs and snacks
you’ve prepared when I was gone.
You welcome me with blankets and warmth from your arms -
and I love you.
It’s Saturday,
and you’re feeling lazy.
You won’t let me leave your arms
(or is it the other way around?)
So you tuck me under your chin as we both wonder
how much time we have left
before sleep makes us miss each other’s faces -
and I love you.
It’s Sunday,
and there’s nothing much to say but
I love you."
and your hair is messy.
You haphazardly put on your jeans and shirt
as you moan about the day of the week -
and I love you.
It’s Tuesday,
and you’re stumbling your way around the room,
trying to sort out the things you have to do.
You stop to briefly kiss the freckles on my nose,
asking me about my day -
and I love you.
It’s Wednesday,
and you’re quietly sprawled on the couch.
You pat the spot next to you and pepper kisses on my hair
because it’s my least favorite day of the week (and you know it) -
and I love you.
It’s Thursday,
and you’re wondering what the weekend will bring,
but you’re still moaning about how
the week is going by too slow for your tastes -
and I love you.
It’s Friday,
and I’m surrounded by DVDs and snacks
you’ve prepared when I was gone.
You welcome me with blankets and warmth from your arms -
and I love you.
It’s Saturday,
and you’re feeling lazy.
You won’t let me leave your arms
(or is it the other way around?)
So you tuck me under your chin as we both wonder
how much time we have left
before sleep makes us miss each other’s faces -
and I love you.
It’s Sunday,
and there’s nothing much to say but
I love you."
Tuesday, February 04, 2014
04/02/2014
With you, I am comfortable.
I know I can talk about anything, or sit by your side in silence.
You see me at my worst, but only talk about my best.
I can be happy about my biggest achievements, while you know my deepest insecurities.
I'm comfortable with you, and you should know that means everything to me.
I know I can talk about anything, or sit by your side in silence.
You see me at my worst, but only talk about my best.
I can be happy about my biggest achievements, while you know my deepest insecurities.
I'm comfortable with you, and you should know that means everything to me.
Thursday, December 05, 2013
05/12/2013
I want to know how many scars you have
and memorise the shape of your tongue.
I want to climb the curve of your lower back
and count your vertebrae
your ribs
your fingers
your goose bumps.
I want to chart the topography of your anatomy
and be fluent in your body language.
I want you, entire.
and memorise the shape of your tongue.
I want to climb the curve of your lower back
and count your vertebrae
your ribs
your fingers
your goose bumps.
I want to chart the topography of your anatomy
and be fluent in your body language.
I want you, entire.
Wednesday, December 04, 2013
04/12/2013
"I have a paperback
heart
dog-eared and creased
by the world,
the colours
are faded
and the spine is worn
but I'm glad
to see
it's finally in
good
hands."
heart
dog-eared and creased
by the world,
the colours
are faded
and the spine is worn
but I'm glad
to see
it's finally in
good
hands."
Monday, November 25, 2013
25/11/2013
"She doesn't say 'I love you' like a normal person. Instead, she'll laugh, shake her head, give you a little smile, and say, 'You're an idiot.' If she tells you you're an idiot, you're a lucky man."
Sunday, October 20, 2013
20/10/2013
When I can't sleep at night-
I stare at the empty side of my bed,
and wonder about the things
I would tell you,
if you were laying next to me.
--A.S.
I stare at the empty side of my bed,
and wonder about the things
I would tell you,
if you were laying next to me.
--A.S.
Thursday, October 03, 2013
03/10/2013
I have this idea. I want to give you a camera; for a day. And I want you to use that camera to take pictures. I want you to take pictures of each moment you think that I'm beautiful. No matter what it is I am doing. I want you to do this, because I want to see myself through your eyes. I want to try and see what you see when you look at me because when I look at myself I don't see anything special. Yet, you disagree. I want to know what you see in me that I can't see in myself.
Friday, September 13, 2013
Saturday, August 31, 2013
31/08/2013
"I love how you're taking care of me."
"It's what I'm here for."
"That's not just what you're there for..."
"What else then?"
"You're there to make me smile, laugh, and generally just cheer me up. You're there to hold my hand when I need support, and to offer arms for comfort, and a shoulder to cry on. You're there to listen when I need to talk something through, to discuss my ideas with, to guard my secrets. You're there to be my best friend and my team mate. That, and a whole lot more."
"It's what I'm here for."
"That's not just what you're there for..."
"What else then?"
"You're there to make me smile, laugh, and generally just cheer me up. You're there to hold my hand when I need support, and to offer arms for comfort, and a shoulder to cry on. You're there to listen when I need to talk something through, to discuss my ideas with, to guard my secrets. You're there to be my best friend and my team mate. That, and a whole lot more."
Wednesday, August 14, 2013
14/08/2013
"I wish someone would
randomly tell me little facts
about myself. Not ones that I
have already told them but
ones they have picked up by
themselves because they care
enough to notice the little
things I do."
-A.S.
Friday, July 26, 2013
26/07/13
I don't want a perfect person, I just want someone to act silly with, someone who treats me well and loves being with me more than anything.
Monday, July 01, 2013
01/07/2013
The rain is pouring outside. The wind is howling through the trees that make up the woods behind my house. I'm tucked away safely inside, wrapped up in my quilt all snug and warm. The only thing that could make this moment better is you. Nights like this make me wish that I could be with you. We would lie, hand in hand, our bodies pressed closely together. We would whisper softly to one another in the darkness about our love, and we would laugh quietly with each other until the tug of sleep is, at last, too much. We would fall asleep in each other's arms, as the music of the rain, and wind, and the steady beating of our hearts carry us off into the realm of dreams.
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