posts tagged "text post"
today I spoke those words and you said them too.
nothing brings me more joy to feel your laughter — when you’re in my arms and we’re watching something silly or I say something to trigger that hearty laugh I love so much, to feel your body pressed against mine in that pure state of happiness and joy, it’s just the loveliest.
rolling over from my sleep to see your smile looking back at me is how I wanna wake up everyday
I was laying down beside your knee, scratching your leg gently as you were sitting there with my hand in yours, running your fingertip over my knuckles, there was a quiet moment, a happy one, and I finally asked you what I’ve been dying to spill out, sort of just blurted it because I was so nervous — I’ve been wanting to ask you for so long. Your face lit up and you replied with the answer I had hoped for, we kissed and you smiled so wide and you said “I’m so happy”.
you gently grabbed my wrist and started tracing my tattoo with your fingers, examining it and smiling, then went back to paying attention to the TV but still gently caressing my skin — your touch is the sweetest touch.
“keep you in my pocket and take you with me.”
laying beside you for hours upon hours, sweet glances and little smirks, I couldn’t ask for anything more. the comfort of being by your side is all I need.
Tonight was our second time in ~the~ restaurant, both times you’ve made me laugh so hard I’ve cried that terribly awful laugh/cry/cackle I do. The first time was because you ate the hot pepper even though I warned you it really was that hot, and you shoveled bread and water into your mouth as your skin turned pink and your eyes were about to pop out of your noggin. I knew I shouldn’t have laughed at you because it really was that hot, but gosh, your face… your face. This time it was because you were describing the absolute ridiculousness of that “as seen on TV” foot scrubber that you in fact, purchased, and used after I had said how hilarious I find those products. When you described yourself setting up the little scrubber thing and using it, oh dear. I can’t even type it out because it just makes me laugh again. You know, I’ve laughed hard and I’ve cackled quite audibly but no one makes me laugh like you. You are my favorite to laugh at, laugh with, and make laugh. Thank you for making my most favorite thing in the world even greater.
I like those nights where we stay until the cafe is closing, people are coming and going, the world is spinning around us, but we sit in place looking at one another talking about everything and nothing for hours and hours, having trouble pulling apart from one another and joining the spinning world once again — I like when we’re in our own world, I like how often we make the world our own.
We haven’t known each other too long but the connection I have with you is special and one that I absolutely cherish and can only wish will grow deeper and fonder with time. It’s probably super cheesy of me to say that, but it’s true — though you make it quite easy because you’re so charming and sweet.