Take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be.
Kiss her, but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her skirt or shirt, or tangled up in her bra straps.
Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that yours has ever touched.
Kiss her with a curios childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs.
Kiss her until she moans.
Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist.
Kiss her like she’s the brightest star you’ve ever seen.
Kiss her like the first and last piece of chocolate you’ll ever taste.
Kiss her until she forgets how to count.
Kiss her stupid.
Kiss her silent.
Pull away, and ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer."
(via blackisgoodforthesoul)
I wonder if you know how much I miss you
I wonder if you miss me
I wonder if you still love me, like I love you
I wonder if you even still think about me
I wonder if you know how hurt I am
I wonder if you you want to talk to me
I wonder if you ever remember
I wonder if you ever wonder these things about me
“I miss your bright eyes staring into mine,
I miss your luscious lips against mine,
I miss the times that our hands were intertwined, I miss all the good times we had together, But what I miss most of all is the way you made me feel, you made me so happy and you made feel wanted.”
-i miss you, even though i know you don’t miss me
I don’t understand how people have the right to say “you never even knew him properly”
“It wasn’t even a relationship”
“Get over it”
But you weren’t there.
You weren’t there to witness his eyes light up when he talked about his future plans.
Or when he admitted how much he enjoyed the day we met.
Or how much it hurt when he didn’t want me anymore.
So, just because you didn’t feel it.
Doesn’t mean I didn’t either.