trigger-happy

Today, he loves her like he invented it and tomorrow he forgets her like an old poetry.

We could have been the most beautiful love song, but we got the lyrics wrong.

I’ve been kissed before, but none calmed my soul quite like her lips did.

I feel her smiling between the kiss.

I was torn apart, but since the day we met– she stitched me back, carving her name on my heart. And now even if I want to forget her, my heart never will.

I love you. I want to spend my life loving you because every time I see you, I see you differently. Every day, I discover something incredible within you. You and me, we just have that connection and that keeps drawing my soul towards yours. Be mine. My own little paradise, will you?

Her fingers trace designs on my collar bone.

You ask of me to stop loving you– to forget you, but tell me— how does a wolf forget to howl at the moon?