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what do we want?! EMOTIONALLY INTELLIGENT MEN WHO UNDERSTAND THE ART OF TEXTING. when do we want it? NOW!

It’s you. It’s always been you. It’s always going to be you.

I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.

Do you know how many ways love can hit you? So it makes you happy, or miserable? It makes you sick in the belly or hurt in the heart. It makes everything brighter and sharper, or it blurs all the edges. It makes you feel like a king or a fool. Every way love can hit you, it’s hit me when it comes to you.

I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

You have no idea how good it feels to wake up every morning knowing you are mine and I am yours

I would drop everything in the world to be able to talk to you and to know that you could be doing nothing and still not reply to me breaks my heart

How do you know when it’s over?’ ‘Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.