There is something so utterly delightful in finding myself wrapped up in your arms while whispers of love are exchanged in the quiet, and a future with you shines bright in the distance.
I am inexpressibly excited to learn how to love with you.
I love how beauty finds it’s way through my eyes and lips and fingertips even when I can’t seem to find the strength to see it myself.
Your eyes show me the beauty I feel no evidence of.
Your strength expresses it for me.
I miss your whispered kisses in the crevices of my collar bone and the corners of my eyes. I miss your silent fingers tracing love along my jawline and the small hallow of my back.
I miss you.
Then I found things that were beautiful, and they smiled at me, and told me there was hope.
And I kept walking.
(Source: if-im-not-dancing-with-you)
You are so loved.
My memories have blurred together slowly.
Months of moments slowly changed into a few silent looks, the touch of your hands,
and one vivid feeling impressed upon my very soul.
If I was to speak out
all the words of love
that I am thinking
about you dear,
if I was to speak as
eloquently
as I write about you,
darling,
the only way to shut me up would be
to kiss me.
