#future one

[wilted-memoirs]

well, i know soon i can also have my own prince. the unexpected one, the one who are going to find me because it’s his mission not mine, the one who will draw his sword to the enemy, the one who’ll put his jacket on me when it’s raining, the one who will do the things that can make me happy and the one who will not show his love to me the way i wanted, but he will do it in his own way and will love me with no bluff. I want this journey, no, our journey for eternity. that even if we broke apart, we know exactly where the exact route for us to come back to each others hand.

i'm just here waiting

[wilted-memoirs]

i want you to see me crying with full of joy just because you made me a great person who you can love fully without any insecurities in life. i want you to see me walking along the aisle with full of red petals on the red carpet wearing a cloudy white gown that meant to be wear only for you. i want your name encrypt in my heart. and be real just for you.

[fringerpgclub]

Written by Valentino Sala

N.Y.C. The sky was grey and the air was going to become evereday more terrible. Liv put on her uniform. She loved that kind of brown and she thought the uniform fitted perfectly on herself. Out of the house an armoured vehicle was waiting for her. "Good morning Commander!" Said one of the soldiers when she finally arrived. Liv put an hand against her cap, giving a smile to the soldier. "Good morning Francis." The convoy went right down the street until passed in front of the HQ. Liv knocked on the hard metal bulkhead. "Stop here!" She said to the driver. "I'll get off here, Francis," she continued then. I have an appointment. "Ok," Francis nodded, "see you later." Liv went towards the building made of red bicks, entered the doorway and went upstairs, until she reached the second floor. She entered the second room on her left in the corridor without knocking or say anything.  "Good morning Mr. Windmark." "Good morning Commander Dunham." "So, Mr. Windmark" Live looked right into the observer's eyes "Tell me about this project. You know I'm always interested to help you."

[xtracarma-blog]

Dearest Future One,

Dearest Future One:

I love you with so much potential and security that perhaps every barrier that doubts your existence might shatter into a million obscure pieces. I contemplate over these words again and again that despite all my feelings, which roots and unravels into your heart, I desperately crave for an angel's voice to tell me it's okay. That's you're okay. That we are okay. Maybe beyond the security of okay. Perhaps an infinite assurance that I'll love you forever. 

But I am guarded that those words are safe to say; Therefore, I promise you that I will love you with no ambiguity or question. I will love you until I have failed to catch another breath of air. And I will love you with no end. 

Sincerely, 

Me

I love you, they throw and toss around that word like it's any other phrase. It shouldn't even be in the vocabulary due to how powerful and dynamic it is. I love you with neither purpose nor emphasis. It frightens me how people can say those words without knowing what it really means. Call me old school, but I will never tell someone I love you until I am willing to die for them. 

[bosschii-blog]

The only good thing about past relationships is they show you what not to do in your future ones.