brain poop :)

How do I explain my love for you? How?

I don’t know you personally but from the things I do know, I love. I’m so proud of you.

A tocar,

It’s my love language.

I’d give anything to hold you.

To touch you.

To hold your hands in mine.

To caress your face.

To caress your lips with my fingers.

Acariciar tu cuello.

Acariciar tu pecho.

Besar tu estómago.

Besar tus piernas hasta los pies.

I just cried for someone I don’t know. I feel like I do though.

The look in your eyes-

They scream- to me.

A force not to be reckoned with

A force you dare take on because you like a challenge, a challenge you know you’ll always fight through because the end is completely worth it.

Not with other men or women. With yourself.

It’s the same for me.

I will be a doctor. I will be a mother. I can do both. With your love. Your love in the truest form. In light and in darkness. Our happy place. Our safe place. Our “inner child” place. A safe home. The right home.

Lo diré hasta que sea nuestra realidad. Porque yo se desde el fondo de mi alma, somos los mismos.

Estamos felices con uno mismo.

Al igual somos extra feliz juntos.

Niños cuando queramos.

Adultos cuando el responsabilidad toca.

This is our time.

የውድቀት ልዕልት

Para siempre.

Wanting to move forward but held back because I’m a regular.

I don’t have clout.

I don’t want it.

I just want you.

You.

The universal connection is there. I feel it. How? If we’ve never met? Oh it’s there. Otherwise, I wouldn’t feel it.

Obsession?

No.

We all go through the same broken heart, only this time around, it awoke a part of you you didn’t know could exist.

Talent. Confidence. Change. A brand new you, yet old.

It’s never what we plan.