I cannot even begin to describe how in love I am with my man. Sometimes, I literally sit here, just in awe about the fact that he could want to be with someone like me…that he chose to be with me, out of anyone. I’m so happy and so lucky to have him in my life… and to have him to come home to every single night. He is my forever.
I’m so proud of you for being brave and breaking it off with her. Everyone can tell that you weren’t happy with her and that your relationship was not healthy. It’s weird to think that she won’t be around anymore when I go home, but at the same time,I I think you deserve to be happy. You are finally doing something for yourself and I think that is healthy.
I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.
do you ever get anxiety bc your room is so messy but ur just too damn lazy to clean it