Innocence
I've found that I crave the simplest things in love—holding your hand just because it feels right, running my fingers through your hair, pressing soft kisses to your forehead while we lay there, lost in conversation.
I've found that it’s not just about the fire of a passionate kiss in the heat of the moment, but the ones you steal in between, for no reason at all—when I pull you close in the middle of the day, just to remind you I’m here.
I want to swing our hands together when we walk, take silly pictures that make us laugh, maybe even a few mischievous ones, just for us.
Take me on library dates where we pick out random romance novels, flipping through pages to find the dirtiest line we can, laughing in hushed voices. Let me read poetry to you at night while the rain taps against the window, our world quiet, just us.
Hold onto me when you can’t sleep. Let your fingers trace circles on my skin, your breath steady against my chest as you listen to my heartbeat.
Let me cook for you, watch you smile in that way that makes everything else fade. The way you make me feel—effortless, light, like home.
Yes, I love when you call me handsome, attractive, sexy. But more than that, tell me I make your life easier, tell me my presence calms you, that my laugh makes your heart race. Tell me to repeat myself because you got lost in my eyes.
Let me hold you without it leading to something more. Let me run my fingers through your hair just to feel you close. Let me love you in the most innocent ways.
Let me love you from my naivety…
-ohmic.stuffs🥀












