I think I knew I loved him when he was laying on my bed nothing but the light reflecting off his soft canvas like skin. Maybe my DNA was somehow engrained in him galaxies away before he was sent to me. How could a love be so cosmic and so unattainable like. And how could he be so infatuating and admirable unlike no other before. I always commended great pieces of artwork but never had one take my breath away in a glimpse like that before.

The type of love that made flowers bloom in November

it’s the type of love that if it ended I wouldn’t need anything else. my heart had been filled to compacity with my admiration from this boy. I didn’t need any more from anyone else, he had acceded every expedition and desire my once wounded heart could have ever imagined.

he says around me it’s easy and I feel like I’m elevated to a level of bliss most would dream of. I’m floating through hours that feel like minutes with him. time surrenders no mercy to us.

it’s cool, fresh-almost the taste of menthol when our consciousness collide. your eyes pierce blue. I said “I never loved a boy with blue eyes before- it’s like flowers are blooming.”