Sparkle in the heavens forever. |
We are the leaves of one branch, the drops of one sea, the flowers of one garden. |
I love sleeping with my boyfriend. Literally sleeping, wrapped in his arms. Running my fingers along his back, his chest, and through his hair, over his neck. I love spending time with him, talking to him, staring at him. I love when he kisses my forehead and tells me that I’m beautiful. I love how he talks to me, how good he emotionally makes me feel. How good he makes me physically feel. I love how child like and playful his spirit is. I adore his face. And his body. I really like him. And when he’s sad or stressed or not handling something well, I just want to cry when I can’t fix it. I don’t know, no one has ever had this hold over me, and vice versa. And while it drives me absolutely insane at times and I get moody or insecure, I’m still so happy with the outcome.
