Sunday, February 21, 2016

You

Dear Love 💘

I love you. Quite a lot. I think you already know this. You’re amazing, everything about you. 

These are the words that tremble at my fingertips when i type to you. The thoughts that get rejected from the canal they wish to escape. 

Lately, i have been thinking- if you focus on your future, really hard, there is always someone you can picture there. I picture you. I picture us together. 

I picture the days where i wake up, roll over and you- you’re there. Sleeping, oh how you look so handsome sleeping. I will kiss your forehead and go make you breakfast to wake up to. Then as your eating i will talk to you about how you slept. Or the days, we’re both too lazy to get outta bed so we sleep all day and ocassionally wake up to exchange kisses then go back to sleep. To the nights, where you work extremely late, and you come in exhausted wanting to shower and go to bed. 

To the weekends where we go out and i get jealous because you’re way out of my league. All the intimate touches, the exchange of i love you’s. To the arguements and time of despair. Where we will want to beat the shit out of each other and not speak for hours. But- just remember i still love you. 

I can see so far, that when i am ready- i hope i nurture your children. I want them to be a part of me and a part of you. To be whole, a mixture of two souls. Having a family and spending my life with someone like you, i see just that. 

Having you as my hero. Having you as my best friend, my lover, my baby, one day: my husband. You are someone i see in my life. Ever since you appeared in it. 


So to those words that tremple my tongue and finger tips, here they are. Just know, i wish and plan on calling you mine one day. Having you call my mom, your mother in law. I plan on being your Mrs. One day. I love you. 

Sincerly, 
The girl who thinks about you. 💍

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Patiently waiting

Last night the rain pours.
But my feelings crash because,
I was in a hurry to see you.
Standing alone in the dark, 
Hopelessly waiting for you. 

Minutes passed by,
the rain still pours heavy
Covering my face with my hands.
thinking if someone would save me,
from the amidst of darkness

I was in a hurdle that night.
Bit uneasy, because someone just grabbed my hand.
wondering why the rain stop from touching my skin.

and yet, here you come.
with an umbrella on your hands.
smiling and saying "i'm here. you are home now".