i’m sitting in the exact place where we kissed for the first time. i can almost still feel the vulnerability i felt in that moment.
i remember thinking that no amount of clothes could make me feel dressed. i felt as if you had seen right through my shirt, into my heart. and as much as i wish i were naked physically, just from one spell of your lips, you had me stripped down into raw emotion.
i remember looking at you and feeling home. that the walls of my bedroom were no longer trembling. that i didn’t need to run anymore. not only did i feel as if you were my home, but that the simple yet so complex action of your lips touching mine had personally built a home for us. you made me feel like i was finally coming home.
i am a creature of comfort and most of all, habit. i’ve found myself containing my best work in the contains of a blue gel pen.
but i remember that in that moment, feeling so powerless, being with you, i wanted to create the most beautiful mess with you. i no longer needed to confine my work within a pen because i was with you. i wanted to test how sloppy i could get without having to turn back into my old habit of comfort. i wanted to see that if just for one moment i could be convoluted with you,
and i could.
so from this gel pen to you,
thank you.
thank you for showing me what being at home genuinely feels like.
thank you for stripping me down in the rawest and purest form there is and making me feel totally and utterly loved.
thank you for using your gaze, your touch, and your taste to show me what love is.
thank you for making me feel that connection and letting me become one with you.
i love you.
- always
kianamaiart
baratheonpilled
blakekathryn
snowghoul
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