When I Lay With Him... You Want To Know What It Feels Like? It Feels Like You're Safe. It Feels Like

When I lay with him... You want to know what it feels like? It feels like you're safe. It feels like no one can hurt you. You're under his warm embrace. Feeling his muscles around your waist, your body being pulled closer to his... The feeling is indescribable. When they say it's the best feeling ever, they aren't kidding. Because in that moment, when you're sharing body heat, there isn't a place you'd rather be or a single thought that crosses your mind that doesn't involve him. When a guy gives up all of his "manly" pride just to hold you close to his heart like this, is when we, ladies, need to realize that he truly does love us. And we need to not let it go to waste💕

Sometimes, when it’s raining, I think about you. I think about you all the way over there, with all those years between us. I think about if you’re doing well, what your bedroom looks like, if you enjoy your job. I think about the times when there wasn’t any ocean between us and my time was your time. I think about when I knew the answers about you, because they were my answers as much as they were yours. Sometimes, when it’s raining, I wonder if it’s raining where you are too ♡

The atoms of me

And the atoms of you,

Will be ink one day,

And paper and pen,

And then, at last,

We will be a poem,

A love song;

Some immortal verse.

Knowing you has been important for me. I’ve learned a lot just by watching you exist. You’ve made me better. Thank you for being exactly who you are.

♡

I am slowly learning what it means to feel deeply.I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that feels deeply, to have a heart that crashes hard into the quiet whispers of those I cherish most. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that sings while nurtures the cracks within the skeletons that lie entwined inside the flesh of others. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that often falls for the kinds of souls who do not always know how to take care of it, who squeeze it with messy fingertips and who do not deserve the love it is made up of, who do not always deserve to feel the kind of magic that spills out from within. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that connects, a heart that simply understands the way in which the weight of the world can sometimes feels too much and can become too heavy to keep holding onto. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that is sensitive, a heart that wants to be chosen, a heart that wants to be seen, a heart that just sometimes needs to be heard. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that chooses depth over surface level, over what appears to be only black or white, a heart that chooses tenderness over apprehension. I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart that loves and that cares and sometimes over-loves and over-cares.Mostly, I am slowly learning what it means to have a heart and soul that is unique, that is both beautiful and painful. I am learning what it means to have a heart and soul that is slowly coming to terms with the ways in which choosing to walk away from the people and the situations that hold weight is growth—it is a courageous choice to make. I am slowly learning that the process of choosing yourself, of setting those boundaries and protecting your energy is a precious and necessary thing.I am slowly learning what it means to feel deeply, and I am learning that it is simply beautiful.