the "you've got something on your face, let me wipe it and we suddenly share a deeply intimate moment while gazing into each other's eyes" doesn't get old i don't care what you say

How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of you has died, all parts of us exist always, simultaneously and hidden. 

Them biting their bottom lip while they give you the ‘kiss me’ look >>>

i think deciding to love someone continually is like reading the same book again, but each time finding a different line that hits deep and makes you think about something you didn't realize before. and you decide to read it again and again, knowing you'll never get enough of it, knowing you'll always find something new about them to love.

“come back to bed, baby” i say with half lidded eyes, reaching for you & pulling you under the covers with me

i want you to hold my hand and kiss me and let me sleep in your arms and let me comfort you and spend all of my time with you and let me love you and let you love me.

softly brushing your finger over their cheek and taking a moment to admire them

changing should never be shameful

changing as a person, changing your opinion on something, admitting you were wrong, etc. all part of being alive and it’s all okay.