I try to paint the sky in shades of your memories. That's how I'm keeping you close. ~to love is to embrace the loss.
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I try to paint the sky in shades of your memories. That's how I'm keeping you close. ~to love is to embrace the loss.
I am so in love with you 😍🤤♥️ #girlfriend #iloveyoumore #mine #keepingyou (at United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFXqFwNj-cW/?igshid=aklxnbob4iwo
You are my most favourite (Going to pretend that the card wasn’t addressed to Hank Hill). As if you haven’t done enough for me, I get home and find these at my door 💜💜💜💜💜💜
See the difference and remember that .. #keep #keepingyou #difference #differencemakesus #thegoodquote #jpop #otakugirl
#inkedinlove #inkedlove #inkedcouples #relationshipgoals @emilydearheart and @brandonmichaelmcclure your inkedandbeautiful @Regrann from @emilydearheart - I live this man with all of me. Life has turned out so incredible. Living my dreams with this one by my side completely in love. I love you my baby @brandonmichaelmcclure #keepingyou I'm wearing "Dive-In mixed with Swamp" from @dearheartcosmetics #Regrann
Right now I’m remembering how you’re such a doofus you climb into bed wearing your socks and watch and necklace and then nudge me once I climb in to take them off.
Keeping You 1.
I understand why people are independent. I understand why they need only themselves. I understand why, no matter the circumstances, some people are better at depending only on themselves. I was once one of these people. I do not know how it happened. I suppose Mike Campbell said it best, “Gradually, and then suddenly”. That is how I grew to be unable to live without you. I woke up one morning unable to breathe because you were not there. I have to admit you are dead. Dead, because there is no delicate way to word it that I may truly understand. Dead, because that is the truth and we spent too much time living within our lies to one another. Dead, because I am too kind, too loving, too full of you to understand left, gone, passed, moved on. Dead, because that is what you are now and this is personal and I am mad. I only remember bits now, because when you died you grabbed big chunks of my memory as you drifted out of this world. But, I kept the great bits, the sweet bits, the sour bits, the bits we can copy and paste to share. I remember your hands, my favorite hands, so tan and thin. No one else would know by how long and thin they are that they are the strongest hands. I say ‘are’ because no hands will feel stronger to me. I remember them gripping my shoulders to hold me steady. I remember them sliding, so softly, beneath my knees as you picked me up, my arms naturally fitting too comfortably around your neck. I remember your breath in my ear, warm and soft. I remember the way my name would float off your tongue as you gently tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed the top of my head. I remember your smell, smoky, warm, spicy with the slightest hint of sweet. Like home. Like I could curl up into you and never need to go anywhere else in the entire world because the whole universe existed in the space between your skin and mine.