The ramblings of a girl falling way too hard, way too fast.
My Dearest,
There are some moments that I wish could last forever. Today was one of them. When your head was resting so comfortably upon me, forehead to forehead, I felt something special. I don't know what it was about that moment, maybe the mere tenderness of it all, but I didn't want it to ever end.
And when you fell further into me as I gave you sweet kisses upon your head, it was so unbelievably perfect. It didn't feel like a moment that should have been spent in your car, in a parking lot, but God that made it even more wonderful. I could feel the love; the yearning. The sweet smell of your hair upon my nose. The silence of that moment. It was then that I know. You have the power, my dearest. I am yours; completely yours.
Everything about you is so perfectly imperfect. Everything that shouldn't be seems to find it's place when you're around. You bring so much happiness to my heart, my dear.
I don't think you quite understand when I say that we'd be great together. I don't just mean we'd have fun. I mean that with you in my life, I want to do better; be better. I want to grow and explore the world. I want to be happy again. I feel like we could help each other become people we can both be proud of.
I don't think you realize just how amazing you are, my love. I want to spend every day proving to you your worth. I want to show you that you are worthy of so much love. So much tenderness.
And if we don't end up together in the long run, I want you to remember me as the one who opened your eyes to the kind of world you deserve. I want you to remember me as the one who showed you it's okay to be imperfect because, my love, your imperfections are what makes you perfect. I want to leave you with so many moments that you too wish lasted forever. I want to be one of those moments.
This was one of those pieces that you cant help but feel. It was more than a poem. It was an experience. The feeling of being so receptive to love was beautiful, but there also seemed to me, to be a duality between love and fear. If such a love were not returned, it would eventually prove to haunt that which once walked away.
This was one of those pieces that you cant help but feel. It was more than a poem. It was an experience. The feeling of being so receptive to love was beautiful, but there also seemed to me, to be a duality between love and fear. If such a love were not returned, it would eventually prove to haunt that which once walked away.
I've never really shared my writing with many people, never thought I was really any good I guess. But, I love writing and have been writing for forever. That and music and art are my passions. You wo.. more..