Come here. Bring all of you. Your doubts, your worries, your insecurities, your highest goals, your brightest dreams, your darkest fears. Come lay your body on mine. Put your face in my neck and wrap your legs around mine. Entangle me in your love and affection. Sleep on me. Let me familiarize myself with the sound of your heart beating. Let my breaths match up with the beats of your heart. Hold me all night long. Wake up me in the middle of the night with kisses because you couldn’t sleep. Let me fall asleep to the sounds of you sleeping. Jump on me in the morning to wake up me laughing because you couldn’t wait to talk to me any longer. Lay in my arms and talk to me until all hours of the night about the universe, everything and nothing. Just come here.
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“A student asked a teacher:
“ whats the difference between I like you and I love you?”
The teacher beautifully answered with:
“ well its like a flower. If you like a flower, you pluck it.
If you love a flower, you water it every day and take care of it”
And if you understand that my friend, you’ll understand the concept of love and life.”
— A great friend of mine told me this
I really love touching. It doesn’t always have to be in a sexual way, it could be like you sitting next to me and our knees touching a little or you putting your hand on my mine, little things like that mean so much to me and I crave it, all the fucking time, it drives me insane.
I really love touching. It doesn’t always have to be in a sexual way, it could be like you sitting next to me and our knees touching a little or you putting your hand on my mine, little things like that mean so much to me and I crave it, all the fucking time, it drives me insane.
It was dark.
It was dark and I was yours.
It was dark and I was yours and you were mine.
It was dark and I was yours and you were mine or so I thought.
It was dark and I was yours and that I know.
It was dark and I thought you were mine.
It was dark and I thought wrong.
It was so, so dark.
You know those people who you like for a really really long time, and you just keep wondering why they haven’t figured it out yet?” she asks.
“Yeah,” he replies, not sure where she’s going with this.
“Well, you were mine for some reason,” she says nervously.
“Really?” he asks, surprised.
“Yeah,” she says, biting her lip.
“That’s weird, because you were mine too.
I know you were never mine. You weren’t even mine for that one night. But damn I wish you were mine. I was never your girl. I wasn’t even your girl for that one night. But damn, I didn’t know I was just another girl. We used to be friends. We were closer than ever that one night. But afterwards, we became nothing.
“Then our eyes locked. You felt it too, didn’t you? That tiny spark of connection we both felt the moment your eyes found mine and mine found yours. But we were strangers. We’re supposed to disregard the slightest hint of recognition and the urge to run up to each other. We’re supposed to pass by without feeling something. We’re supposed to be nothing but a passing glance and continue whatever the hell we’re doing in our own lives. Strangers are not supposed to look back after crossing each other’s paths.”
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