I’m too romantic and unrealistic
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I dreamt of you again last night, imagining how it felt for your lips to brush against mine, my arms steadily wrapped around your waist and I don’t know how to-
Erase the slow dancing in the candelight, I want to hold onto the feeling that this will-
Last time I held you feels like much too long ago and I know, I know it’s not a good idea to go back in-
Time is on a constant loop. It never ends. It’s the seconds ticking by and the-
Minute fractions of life slipping in front of our very-
I want things to go back to the way they were. I’ve been walking in a daze, slipping in and out of consciousness, unsure whether the memories residing in my mind are those taken from reality; past-
Tense: stretched tight or rigid. Like the way our conversations became. Short and clipped. Careful consideration of each word, an active attempt to prevent any blurring of the lines, that nothing could be misconstrued in any light-
Hearted chuckles and sighs that took up most of our late night conversations were one of my favourite things to do. Talking until either one of us became much too tired to type out a syllable and we’d fall asleep almost instantly, I don’t know about you but I held my phone so tightly on the nights you didn’t stay, so as to reach out and touch you someplace else-
Where do memories go when you want to move on?
How can you move on with the memories still etched deep into the back of your mind, the good, the bad and the ugly.
I’m stuck. Like a broken record, looping around on repeat, skipping past some of the words in the song, and going back to the start. A false hope that you will somehow loop around and make your way back to me.
$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn’t improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don’t you think
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i’m so in love with domestic sweetness.
cooking dinner with the one you love while they wrap their arms around you. taking quick kiss breaks in between folding fresh laundry. washing each other’s hair in the shower. giggling and rolling around in the fresh sheets you both just finished putting on. dusting while showing off your latest dance moves and having your sweetheart show off their vocals.
it’s so comforting to have someone that you just enjoy making a home with. because chores done with someone you love isn’t such a chore after all.
The press may not be successful most of the time in telling people what to think, but it is stunningly successful in telling them what to think about.
— Bernard Cohen
the thing about everything is that it all gets easier with practice, so be careful what you practice