so hey guyss i've been wanting to do more writing lately so i have . like an hour and a bit ago i was bored so i literally picked up a pen and wrote this story on a sheet of random paper . i love it so i wanna show it to you guys :) . btw the pictures have nothing to do with it , i'm just bored lol . so here goes...
What I Dream Of (Sneak Peak)
"I love you."
Those words I said were like the veins of my heart, committed and driven. I had never felt so hypnotized yet in the moment until now. I knew these words were my true thoughts. They were the poetry of my soul.
"And my heart feels the same. My love for you is more precious than the innumerable stars that shine in the bright sky of your eyes. Your beautiful eyes. I could stare at them all day but I'd get lost in the captivating labyrinth I engage in everytime I gaze into them"
Our beautiful poetry continued until we lost the words to say. Looking at each other was enough to know the way we felt. Our love was running at full speed and we didn't want to stop it.
So we didn't.
We ran with it, our hearts never getting tired.
***(The next evening...)***
We loved the simple things.
Pigging out on Fridays. Spooning. Watching movies until the morning. Singing along to the radio. Dancing, even without music. I'd come over every weekend. We'd have sleepovers and make like forts in his bed. No sex, just love.
We had all we needed.
Each other.
I laid beside him, his hand stroking my cheek. His radiant smile beaming on me. I felt wanted. I felt loved. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek. He put his arms around me and kissed me. His arms were my safety and security. His touch was my refuge. Our kisses were infinite as our bodies rolled under the bed sheets.
He told me he'd never let me go so I didn't let him. I never did.
That morning I woke up, nestled in him; his arms around my waist. He whispered sweet, enchanting words in my ear as he held me closer to him. His bare chest was my comfort zone. My hands met with his. We turned, top on bottom, he gave me my good morning kiss and asked me if I slept well. I told his yes because I dreamed of him. Of us. I asked him the same and he told me he dreamed of my poetry. I smiled as we kissed again and spoke of our love. This was what I always wanted to be. Happy. He was everything I could ever need.
He was everything I've ever dreamed of.
ALRIGHT SO THAT'S IT GUYSSS
LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIKE IT ♥♥
What I Dream Of (Sneak Peak)
"I love you."
Those words I said were like the veins of my heart, committed and driven. I had never felt so hypnotized yet in the moment until now. I knew these words were my true thoughts. They were the poetry of my soul.
"And my heart feels the same. My love for you is more precious than the innumerable stars that shine in the bright sky of your eyes. Your beautiful eyes. I could stare at them all day but I'd get lost in the captivating labyrinth I engage in everytime I gaze into them"
Our beautiful poetry continued until we lost the words to say. Looking at each other was enough to know the way we felt. Our love was running at full speed and we didn't want to stop it.
So we didn't.
We ran with it, our hearts never getting tired.
***(The next evening...)***
We loved the simple things.
Pigging out on Fridays. Spooning. Watching movies until the morning. Singing along to the radio. Dancing, even without music. I'd come over every weekend. We'd have sleepovers and make like forts in his bed. No sex, just love.
We had all we needed.
Each other.
I laid beside him, his hand stroking my cheek. His radiant smile beaming on me. I felt wanted. I felt loved. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his cheek. He put his arms around me and kissed me. His arms were my safety and security. His touch was my refuge. Our kisses were infinite as our bodies rolled under the bed sheets.
He told me he'd never let me go so I didn't let him. I never did.
That morning I woke up, nestled in him; his arms around my waist. He whispered sweet, enchanting words in my ear as he held me closer to him. His bare chest was my comfort zone. My hands met with his. We turned, top on bottom, he gave me my good morning kiss and asked me if I slept well. I told his yes because I dreamed of him. Of us. I asked him the same and he told me he dreamed of my poetry. I smiled as we kissed again and spoke of our love. This was what I always wanted to be. Happy. He was everything I could ever need.
He was everything I've ever dreamed of.
ALRIGHT SO THAT'S IT GUYSSS
LET ME KNOW IF YOU LIKE IT ♥♥
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