“I don’t know what ‘us’ is or where this is going, but I just want to be with you” |
“Love isn’t who you can see yourself with. It’s who you can’t see yourself without.”
— Jared Leto “My bed feels so empty tonight. As much as I joke around about you being uncomfortable, I miss your arms wrapped around me and I miss the gentle kisses you press against my hair. I’ve never felt so safe and so cared for in my entire life. Everything else melts away when you’re holding me and I miss that already.” — Letters to you (7-14-15) |
“Look at me
Smiling devilishly A glance is enough to feel The passion we share Touch me Softly and secretly A flick of your fingertips Will take me there Follow me I just want some privacy To tell you I love you Forever, I swear” — Private confessions, by M.A. Tempels © 2015 |
![]() “Everyone needs a place to fall apart and I will be that place for you.”
— I will fall for you / JMV “I think I might be an old fashioned lover” — C. Carraway-Caulfield, Naan Unnai |
“You and me. Nothing is better.”
— six word story "i let myself get carried away in the moment and bask in your company because even the slightest second with you makes me smile and they’re not worth giving up for the time without you because when i’m not with you i end up thinking of you anyway" |
“There is no greater feeling than being with someone who wants you as much as you want them, to love and to be loved in return, knowing that person is there for you and you are there for them and just the thought of losing each other brings you closer together.” |
"I’ve had dreams that felt so realistic– but when I’m with you, you make real feel like dreams." "Because at the end of the day you’re the person I want to come home to. You’re the person I want to tell how my day went. You’re the person I want to share my happiness, sadness, frustration, and success with." |
"I’ve been
homesick for you my whole life, I wanted to find you, but I did not know how to ask for directions." Kiss me like it’s our last and look at me like it’s our first. — (p.a.m) She claims she’s a closed book- that there are parts of her that no one’s seen. She likes to think she’s a mystery, sitting on a library shelf, waiting for someone to pick her up. Waiting for someone to read her. But I claim her to be different. I see her as an open book of pages filled with words. I see the way she uncomfortably shifts in her chair when someone brings up the topic of suicide. I see the way she strokes her neck when he mentions happiness. I see the hints she drops, the posts she likes, the blogs she follows, the texts she sends. I see it all. For she is no closed book, she sits and waits until someone actually stops to read her. Until someone learns her story and doesn’t just glance at her pictures. She’s waiting. That book lies open, waiting to be read. Waiting for someone to say ‘Wow, what a story!’ but stuff like that just doesn’t happen. Everyones too busy writing their own book to stop and take a look at hers. Her book is wide open just no one chooses to read her. — tell her you love her |
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"What would be a perfect day for me?
It’s waking up next to you. We don’t have to do anything. We don’t have to go anywhere. We can stay in bed all day. It’s eating breakfast together. It’s doing our own things, but still be in the presence of one another. We don’t even have to talk or be on the same page. If there’s no food and if you don’t want to cook, we can order delivery. The perfect day is spending it with you. It doesn’t matter what we do or where we go, I just want you there. I just want you next to me." -You’re enough for me |
"Holy fuck she’s perfect."
I texted her: hey, is it okay if we talk? because I’m breaking and I don’t even want to talk about it, I just want to talk to you. because you make me feel like I’m not breaking. please, could we talk? honestly you could just talk and it’d still feel like I’m not breaking. And she said: I’m coming over. I’ll cover your breaks. |
Do you ever just look at someone and you can’t stop admiring everything they do? You can’t stop staring? You can’t stop adoring? You can’t stop obsessing? You think you’re a crazy obsessive person, but really you’re just someone who admires a person so deeply and is desperately looking for love. You like them because you know that they can provide the love you’re in need for. You like them because of simple things they do, like simply making you laugh or even just their presence. You like them because of the way they talk. You like them because of their personality. You like them because of their contagious smile. You like them because they can make you laugh no matter what state of mind you’re in. You like them because of that sparkle in their eyes. You like them for so many reasons, but you can’t have them. That’s the thing. You spend so much time liking them and doing everything you can to get them to like you back, but it doesn’t always work out. You wonder why you’re not good enough. You put yourself down. You don’t give up though. You still make an effort. You can’t get over them and everything they do. You hate how much it sucks that you’re not theirs. You wish that you could spend every living, breathing moment with this person. You love them even though you aren’t with them. You’re attracted to them and you can’t help it. You wish you could just get over them but you can’t because you know that if you give up you could miss out. You wish they felt the same. You wish they were calling you theirs. You wish they talked about you to their friends like you talk about them to yours. You wish things that you know you can’t have. One thing is that they will never understand the opportunities and the people they are missing out on. Them not understanding leads you to better people who can provide the love you need. So don’t give up, but don’t waste time not giving up. Admire people worth admiring. Try for people who deserve it. Don’t change for a person. Be you. Do you. Know that you won’t always have a chance, but also know that there’s better chances out there. You are loved by someone, even if it’s not the one you want to be loved by. That is something you need to know and remember and never take advantage of. If someone loves you, provide the love right back. You are loved. Don’t give up on hope.
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"I LOVE YOU BABYGIRL!!!I love her. I love everything about her. I love her laugh. I love how I can always tell what she’s thinking by looking at her eyes. I love her hair. How she’s always so perfect without her even trying. I love the way she can make me laugh..no matter how sad I am. I love how she’s not afraid to do anything. I love her heart. I love the way her eyes light up when she’s excited. I love how she doesn’t care what people think. I love how I can be myself when I’m with her. I love her sense of humor. I love her smile. I love everything about her. I always will. Our love is pure."
"Grab my hair and pull it really hard, tell me that I’m yours." She kissed me with her poison stricken lips and just like that - she had me. I was numb by the way she tasted, the softness of her lips made my knees buckle and I felt lightheaded when I tried to back away from her. She had me, like a mouse in a mousetrap. There was no way in hell I was getting out of there - and I don’t intend on getting out from under her anyway. |
"I like her. Like, I genuinely like her. I spend hours daydreaming about walking up to her and slipping my fingers in the spaces between hers and just holding her hand in mine. I spend hours just thinking of ways to say hi to her. ‘Hey’ No. 'Hiya’ Hiya? What the fuck? 'Sup?’ Sup? Sup? Oh my god. I spend hours missing her and texting her stupid gifs and memes that hopefully make her smile. I like hearing her voice even if it’s just through the phone because she’s sick or at work or with her family. When we talk it feels like she’s right next to me. And when she is next to me, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be" |
"Of course I’m scared to lose her. I’m terrified. If I lose her, I’d lose myself in trying to find her"
Her eyes were like a fresh pot of coffee right before you poured the cream in and she had enough sweetness that I never needed to pour in sugar and began to drink my coffee black. Funny how that works… you meet someone and they change the way things work. — I wonder if blue will ever stop being my favorite color |
"There is nothing I crave more than waking up to your face every morning"
"Her eyes have their own vocabulary. What a beautiful language to learn." "ILL GIVE YOU WANT YOU NEED I’ll fuck you hard when you’re mad and you need to let off steam. I’ll let you ride me when you’re craving me so badly your head spins. And I’ll fuck you when I feel the need to claim you, To make sure you remember who you’re with, who loves you and needs you. I’ll make sweet love to you when you’ve had a long hard day at work. When you’re sad or upset, And you need me to make you feel loved and treasured again. I’ll pour all my love into your body with my fingers and my lips. I will never let you doubt what I feel for you is real. -The words she’ll never let me forget…" "When I’m away from her - it feels like decades, like there’s a whole other world between us. But when I’m beside her - its like we were never apart. And I love it because in that moment when we see each other and smiles light up our faces, I know that beside her is exactly where I’m supposed to be, want to be and will be." She’s funny. Really funny. I have a completely different laugh when she makes me laugh. She’s smart. But not the kind of smart that makes you feel intimidated, she’s the kind of smart that is misunderstood. And she’s beautiful… Like so beautiful that you have to look up at the sky to make sure the world’s still turning - the kind of beautiful that makes you forget how to breathe. Yeah… I forgot how to breathe. But it was like she seemed to notice that I forgot how to breathe, so she kissed me. And it was like her lips sent a shock straight to my heart and I suddenly remembered how to breathe again. Do I love her? The simplest answer? Yes. But even that… Is an understatement. I just want to take cute pictures with you, be able to hold your hand, kiss your lips, and lose myself in those wonderful eyes. |
"You can’t expect me not to kiss you when you’re wearing red lipstick. Thats like expecting a writer not to pick up a pencil."
You’re beautiful. You’re the most beautiful human being I’ve ever got to meet. I look at you and my heart skips a beat. I forget how to breath. Everything about you is beautiful. Your smile. Your laugh. Your brown eyes. Your cute little chin. Your soft lips. You’re just so beautiful and I love you. I’m so in love with you. It happened kind of like this… I fell for her eyes because I could see a forever with her. I could see galaxies within her pupils and it intrigued me so much that I never wanted to blink. Then I fell for her lips because each kiss was like drinking. Intoxicating and consuming and she has the sweetest lips I’ve ever tasted. Then I fell for her hands because when our hands held each other, it was a simple gesture that allowed me to hold the entire world, everything that I cared about and loved in my hand. I fell for her ears because they’ve heard things I’ve never told anyone. I fell for her because she knows me without even trying, she cares about me even though I’m broken and won’t even care about myself. She loves me even when I can’t and no one else does. She is the best person I know, she’s the kindest, sweetest girl I’ve ever met. I fell for her and I’m lucky enough that she loved me back. |
There is no greater feeling than being with someone who wants you as much as you want them, to love and to be loved in return, knowing that person is there for you and you are there for them and just the thought of losing each other brings you closer together.
We would laugh until our insides hurt and our throats were soar but we didn’t care because it’s what made us feel the most alive. The first time I met her? It was not magical. There were no butterflies. It was simple. I met her at a party. The planet fought itself to get us there. We didn’t talk, but we saw. She saw. That’s all that mattered at the time. |
I don’t love you to the moon and back, but to the infinite lengths of the universe, where darkness fades past our sights
You’re made from stardust and the first gasps of mankind. — You’re wise and contain the first surprises of life found within a bottle of our crushed dreams and we get drunk to more than memories that hurt us, we get love sent to us both ways. The long night sleep with nightmares, I don’t get those with you. The short naps of the daydreamer, I get those with you. I love you. |