Flowers pressed into a book,
sunlight on Sunday morning,
dancing, swooning curly locks loving the tips of my fingers.
a hand pressed to the back of your neck
smiles in our eyes, love in our lips.
satin pressed petals pushing softly into the clouds that, politely you caress
because you know just how to touch them.
walking in cobblestone, tripping but your palm catches,
laughing like dew drop rain rippling in summer’s song.
days are long, nights are the gods sweet star-kissed gifts, and
life is easy when
I’m loving you.
You know one of things I think people take for granted when they are loved by someone? The thing that I miss most about having someone isn’t the sex, or the kissing or cuddling, it’s the way they look at you. I don’t think people like to admit it but just being looked at and appreciated is so special.
I don’t mean being cat called and stared at by some random person on the street. I mean eye-to-eye contact. A moment where everything stops and the only thing that you can think is “dear god please let me remember this forever. Let me keep this.”
It’s not just them looking at you, it’s you both seeing each other.
It’s the stillness that happens when how much you love each other makes it impossible to look away.
He’s devastated me but he’s also made me happier than I’ve ever been.Blair Waldorf (via perfect)