"I can taste the nicotine on his lips, mixed with a sweetness that I can't even describe… By the time he pulls away, I'm left in a daze, my knees weak and my heart pounding..."


I could never have asked for anything more than you, you're perfect, you're beautiful; inside and out, and I love you.

There was a Debacle before you. He told me so many prettylovely things, and then he told me ugly things. I believed them all, I took what I could get and ran with it.

I was in a bad place when you came along. I was sad, and I cried and begged and needed anything he could give me, and I thought it was what I always wanted in the first place.

It took time, but I found myself coming up out of that hole I took so much time to dig into. You made me happy again, and I wanted you even more for it.

You showed me what this all is.

What we had was sweet, knowing what I say I wanted, and knowing what I really wanted; it's happyhappyhappy, and crying because of a cute little sentence, and thinking of you all the time, and seeing things I think you'd like, and telling my friends about you, with my pulse picking up, and my heart acting like it's a small child, joyfully beating and dancing every so often.

It's wanting to take you out in the middle of the night, to my secret beach & sit on the sand, and revel at the sight of the moon shining down on your alabaster skin, then gasp evermoredly after the sunrise hits your face and playing with your hair.

I want to let you know everything about me, to my fears and hopes and dreams and goals and anything. I've taken my clothes off before, but letting you in like I want to is what I consider being naked.

I could love you forever and a day, at 2 a.m, when nothing good can happen.

I can compare you to my favorite kind of day, stormy and cloudy and grey; I can need you whenever I want you; make a name and an entry for ourselves in this crazy ass place; I could take you around the world; be in bed with dysentery; be a stone wall, and still have to look at those eyes one more time, and I know not all of this makes sense, but I love you, no matter what, even if something did happen, a part of me will always.


I'll wait for you as long as I need, and all I can do is hope you'll be able to do the same, and even after every single bouree's been wasted, you'll still give me more reasons to braillers, happy or sad, I've yet to know.