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I love it when you wake in the morning, sleepy-faced, eyes unadjusted. How not every hair is always in place. The way your eyes crinkle, opening wide and then squinting again, as you try to focus. How you still have this dreamy expression on if you're still tired. When you try hard not to yawn in front of me, and then when you do, you smile guiltily.
I love spending the whole day with you. How your face becomes so animated in conversation. When you get excited over something your whole face lights up. How I can make you smile so much. Your lips seeming to curl up on their own. When I can say the corniest of jokes and set you giggling. I'll never tire of your smile.
I love when you're deep in thought and really into the conversation. How your hands seem to always find themselves by your face. Either head resting in your hands or hands resting against your face. Sometimes you, unrealizingly, rest your hands against your cheeks, pinkies together, forming a "w" against your lips. Other times you bite your fingernails absent-mindedly.
I love it how you pout when things don't go as planned. Mouth tugging down at the corners when you worry. When sometimes you're confused or wondering you tilt your head to the side in question. You bite your lip when you're nervous. How, just about every time you do any of these, it tugs at my heartstrings. Makes me want to grab you in a hug. (And how you know it so you'll sometimes use it to your advantage.) But, please, just don't cry because it breaks my heart. It's like watching an angel that's fallen.
I love how you get nervous or fidgety. How sometimes you can barely talk. Or when the blush creeps across your cheeks. Face aflame. You'll smile sheepishly and try to hide it. Place your hands over your cheeks hoping to cover it. Or try to find something cool to lie your face against. Hoping the coolness will rid how your face is flushed.
I love when you're goofing off. How all barriers are down and everything is out in the open. Joking freely with eachother. How you'll lift your eyebrow, knowing I can't. And then wiggle your eyebrows goofily. Teasing. How it's fine to stick our tongues at eachother and not care how immature it is. Or how ridiculous we may look.
I love when you cuddle up beside me. Resting your head gently against my shoulder or in the crook of my neck. My arms circle around you and your hands, fumble, searching for my own. Upon finding them your fingers lace with mine, palms pressed. How you'll sigh, contentedly, when you're comfy. That once you're cozy your eyes will droop. Your breathing slow...
I love times, like now ,when you're falling asleep. Watching your chest rise and fall rhythmically. Lulling. Your expression completely unguarded. Your face, calm, completely at peace. How you curl against me, clinging, in your sleep. When you mumble softly just before dozing off. And when I sometimes find you smiling as you dream. (You say you dream of me.)
Sometimes you question how I can put up with you. Other times you argue your worth. You'll cut yourself short not knowing how precious you are. You question what I see in you. How I could stick around. You mention your every flaw and drag up all your faults. Trying to get me to see differently. But despite every flaw you mention, regardless of your faults, and knowing you for all you are and everything you're not...
All I see when I look at you is perfection.
I love spending the whole day with you. How your face becomes so animated in conversation. When you get excited over something your whole face lights up. How I can make you smile so much. Your lips seeming to curl up on their own. When I can say the corniest of jokes and set you giggling. I'll never tire of your smile.
I love when you're deep in thought and really into the conversation. How your hands seem to always find themselves by your face. Either head resting in your hands or hands resting against your face. Sometimes you, unrealizingly, rest your hands against your cheeks, pinkies together, forming a "w" against your lips. Other times you bite your fingernails absent-mindedly.
I love it how you pout when things don't go as planned. Mouth tugging down at the corners when you worry. When sometimes you're confused or wondering you tilt your head to the side in question. You bite your lip when you're nervous. How, just about every time you do any of these, it tugs at my heartstrings. Makes me want to grab you in a hug. (And how you know it so you'll sometimes use it to your advantage.) But, please, just don't cry because it breaks my heart. It's like watching an angel that's fallen.
I love how you get nervous or fidgety. How sometimes you can barely talk. Or when the blush creeps across your cheeks. Face aflame. You'll smile sheepishly and try to hide it. Place your hands over your cheeks hoping to cover it. Or try to find something cool to lie your face against. Hoping the coolness will rid how your face is flushed.
I love when you're goofing off. How all barriers are down and everything is out in the open. Joking freely with eachother. How you'll lift your eyebrow, knowing I can't. And then wiggle your eyebrows goofily. Teasing. How it's fine to stick our tongues at eachother and not care how immature it is. Or how ridiculous we may look.
I love when you cuddle up beside me. Resting your head gently against my shoulder or in the crook of my neck. My arms circle around you and your hands, fumble, searching for my own. Upon finding them your fingers lace with mine, palms pressed. How you'll sigh, contentedly, when you're comfy. That once you're cozy your eyes will droop. Your breathing slow...
I love times, like now ,when you're falling asleep. Watching your chest rise and fall rhythmically. Lulling. Your expression completely unguarded. Your face, calm, completely at peace. How you curl against me, clinging, in your sleep. When you mumble softly just before dozing off. And when I sometimes find you smiling as you dream. (You say you dream of me.)
Sometimes you question how I can put up with you. Other times you argue your worth. You'll cut yourself short not knowing how precious you are. You question what I see in you. How I could stick around. You mention your every flaw and drag up all your faults. Trying to get me to see differently. But despite every flaw you mention, regardless of your faults, and knowing you for all you are and everything you're not...
All I see when I look at you is perfection.
Literature
love is...
Love Is;
Love is when you care more about someone else's happiness than your own,
You would do anything for them,
You'd rather be with them than anyone else in the world,
You would die so they could live,
When you lose them it feels like you lose yourself,
They're the only thing you can ever think of,
You never even dream of being with anyone else, because they're everything you want,
They have many faults, but you're blind to them,
You would take them back no matter what they do,
When you're with them it's the happiest times of your life,
but when you're without them it feels like there is this great big hole in you
You always wa
Literature
Believe
Somebody once asked me
"In what do you believe?"
And I answered them simply
"I believe in everything"
I believe in you,
I believe in me
I believe in hope and faith,
And so much in reality
I believe in innocence,
Because it makes me smile,
And I see it every single day,
On the face of my child
I believe in passion,
And a love that burns so deep,
Yes, I
believe
In everything
I
believe
In the little steps of my life,
And where they'll take me
I
believe
In living in the moment,
And that you make your destiny
Someone once asked me,
"Do you believe in anything?"
And I answered them simply,
"No, I believe in
Literature
breathing.
tonight you are alone, silence keeping your heart company. you try to breathe but there's no air, there's no air, there's no
one to love you.
you close your eyes and pretend life is a fairytale and the prince just saved the princess and the dragon's been slayed and everything's okay now, everything's okay. and everyone is smiling and happy music is playing in the background and there's only going to be sunny days. everyone is saying, here's your happy ever after, it's all yours now. everyone is happy -
well, except for you, because right now you're pretending you don't exist.
.
you compare hearts to fingerprints; no two are alike.
excep
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Isn't it strange how love can make another human so fascinating, almost magical? Actually, it didn't seem strange after I discovered it for myself. ^_^