Waffles or ice cream dates at midnight: These moments are the ones I love…when work and fatigue are, for the duration of those moments, completely forgotten; and all there’s left is the two of us. I love the way we laugh in these moments - so carefree; without the burden that’s always lingering. These are the moments that have become so special, as our days become increasingly stressful, resulting in constant frustration and confusion. I am so grateful that you spend these moments with me; whether in a booth of a cafe, or just in the confines of my car. Silent smiles and small kisses make for the best midnight conversation. It’s these moments in which I feel so blessed to have you here, to hold my hand, and to love me the way you do.
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The first time:
- Sitting in his car, as I have numerous times before; but this time, I’m lost. I stiffen anxiously as he reaches for my hand. He looks back at me with those eyes, so reassuring. My heart beating wildly as he leans in, kissing me softly. My hand shaking underneath his, unsure whether he would notice. Staring out the window, watching the trees and people pass, as I search for words to break the silence. Words, however quiet, are not required. I sit, vulnerable to my own feelings, and terrified of the possible regret he might face later from a moment of impulse. I stare at him again, this time he doesn’t notice; I wonder what he’s thinking of. I wonder if he has ever expected this moment to come. He looks over, and smiles that wonderful smile of his. In that particular moment, all the worries disappeared.
6 months in, and every kiss with you is still as exhilarating as the first.
Every day that we’re together, I learn to appreciate you more, for the wonderful things you do.
I love you.
/∞.
you help me to rediscover small joys, somewhat long forgotten in the pursuit of greater things. i like this. (what “greater things” mean more than this? these “tiny” things are ginormous. they fill me. ) you help me to rediscover me. i love this. i could grow a piano in my chest with the amount of music you are filled with.
you ignite so much in me. you make me want to dust off the violin lying under my bed, tune the strings, and play again. and play again and again and again.
(Source: thecurly)
Some self evaluation definitely needs to take place sometime soon. Just need to force myself to face some reality. Until then, however…
and your legs tangled in mine.
This, is where I’m home.
