I let you into my world, then you became it.
“10 word story" series - #34 (via forever-and-alwayss)
Have you ever had the weighted feeling where your heart threatens to explode with all of the words and emotions that are trying so hard to escape. But when you go to open your mouth all you can manage to muster is a swallow because ultimately a combination of 26 letters just doesn’t seem like enough. How do you tell someone that they shake you to your very core. How do you tell someone that you have been dreaming about meeting them before you even knew their name. How do you tell someone that when you look inside their deep brown eyes you get a sudden glimpse of forever. I mean yes, the words I love you can attempt to sum it up but to me 7 letters does not do what I feel for you any justice. What I feel for you can only be described as the sensation inside my shaking body when you touch me. The rattling inside of my rib cage when your lips catch mine. And the way in just a short amount of time you have become a part of me, a part I don’t think I could ever live without. Words, sentences, paragraphs, 26 letters in a billion combinations will just never be enough. So I’ve come to terms with the fact that the weighted feeling inside of my heart will always be heavy with the thought of you and how much you truly mean to me.
LC (via chickkyyychickk)
Date someone who would rather watch your favorite movie with you then go to a party on Friday night. Date someone who will share their food with you even though you said you didn’t want any. Date someone who will warm your hands in the winter and kiss your pink nose. Date someone who will text you they love you at 2am and at 9pm. Date someone who will let you change the station in the car when they’re driving. Date someone who can make you smile when you would rather die. Date someone who makes your insides feel like you’ve just downed a bottle of vodka. Date someone who makes you better.
She was a whirlwind of destruction, anything she could lay her pretty blue eyes on crumbled while I was super glue, holding together even the toughest of cracks and stabilizing everything.
You choose wrong (Part II)