flower petals.

i love when i “make a mental note” of something. it’s gone within 20 seconds

I think as adults with our own living spaces it's important to have your friends over periodically for a sleepover. And i mean a real sleepover. Staying up late to watch movies with junkfood and popcorn and then going to bed only to stay up even later talking in the dark and laughing because you're so exhausted that everything's funny but you still don't want to fall asleep.

You are your own person. Repeat it every time it is tempting to forget. The way it feels when he kisses your fingertips. The way he holds your face in his palms. The way he looks at you. Beautiful and soft and sincere. I know, it's dreamy. I know, it's real. Which makes it even more dreamy. But you are your own person. As is he. When we meet someone, we don't just come with our present. We don't just come with our emotions for each other. We come with our past and our future. And with all these emotions we have for other people and things and ideas. So. He might pull your hair in a way that is hot as he kisses you. And he might always find ways to reach for your hand when you're together. But. But. Listen. He is his own person. There will be nights when you will light all the scented candles and set the reed diffusers and fluff up the throw pillows and turn on all the yellow lights that make everything in your room feel like you are in a movie frame. And yet he won't be there. He will be on a call with his friend. Or having a difficult conversation with his dad. Or stressing about work. Or just hanging out with this other girl. He is his own person. As are you. So, no, continue lighting the candles. Let the reed diffusers be. Go plop on the throw pillows and put on your favourite songs. Read about cryptocurrency. Call that friend who always makes you feel precious. Write. Do your thing. You are your own person. No matter how many of your smiles these past few weeks you owe him and his existence. No matter. He is more than you. You are more than him. Okay? Okay.

everyday that I get to be with you makes me fall in love over and over again

how lucky i must be to have crossed paths with someone like you

Dating me is like: “You said you liked this so I got it for you”