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Your kiss will be for tonight but your hand will be forever girl
-This Guy
my boyfriend: *breathes* me: ☺️💞💖✨😽💓💕☺️💗💖💞😊💓💕💫☺️💞💖😽💗💖💞😊💓💕💫☺️💞💖✨😽💓💕☺️💗💖💞😊💓💕💫
This year i feel in love,
The fact im not with her now is irrelevant,
The fact that i was able to feel what love feels like and was blessed with one of the most amazing girls i have ever met, and that reason alone makes 2017 the best year for me.
Journal #2
I remember turning and you were there next to my friend. It took me a moment to gain the courage to ask if you two were together. Soon as you smiled and laughed and said “No.” I grabbed your hand so quickly almost as the words rolled off your tongue. Then we played pool and you got to see my skills at the table. We drank, laugh and played pool till the bar closed then you asked Justin and I to come over. We gladly agreed against our better judgement we followed your car to Second street to your driveway. The after party began quick we walked in and I was floored because I felt at home. I didn’t want to to tell you because I didn’t want to scare you off. The night rolled on and sum of your friends piled in and seen my truck in the drive and were perplexed cause it was similar to your ex. So they came in upset with you but when then seen me they didn’t know what to think. We still have that that picture with you wearing that Under Armour sweater and I’m in that grey and black long-sleeve. We looked so messed up in that one. Your friend whispered to me before she left that night “I better see you two together the next the next time I am in town.” Five years later, that night is still special to me I am glad as messed up as we were I was conscious enough to still hold the memory.
-Br0k3n
We are laying in bed, on top of the covers, all our clothes on. I bought us a special lamp to project the stars onto the ceiling. The room smells like your favorite incense and we are talking about the nature of reality, the next day's walks, fingers tangling together lovingly.
I look over at you and catch your dimpled smile. You blush at being caught and to divert my teasing you launch forward with your fingers and poke my nose. I respond with laughter, then kiss the very fingers you poked me with. I remind you that it's okay to look. You tell me you want to remember my face in the starlight. The cat knocks over the spinning plastic projector and breaks the moment, but you burst into embarassed laughter and bury your face against my neck. I squeeze you closer, kiss your head, and say nothing. Sometimes we don't need to say anything.
My heart flutters at the way your fingers rest near my ear and toy with the short hairs behind it. Another day. The end and beginning of another, blessed day.
Hand written love letters are so underrated. What happened to that? Bring that back.
