#intimatewriting

Sometimes

all I wanna do is to look at you, sitting in the corner, breathe in the quiet you make when you’re reading and I’m just dreaming.

Brown eyes, long lashes, golden shimmer, sun-kissed skin. Messy dark hair falling like a private joke covering your ears.

Your lips — sometimes too dry. I want to balm them, touch them with my fingers. And like a déjà vu I think of you.

You’re sitting on the edge of the bathtub, watching me removing my makeup, asking me to share my lip balm.

Looking down to your sweet face, I stand in front of you and touch your lips with no haste. You let me do, put your arm around my waist, your ear close to my chest, hold me tight.

I like to think of this forever. These simple things make our love grow bigger. You’re so fucking beautiful — I could look at you forever.

Ci sono giorni in cui non succede niente. Non un pensiero brillante, non un desiderio, non un sogno da fare ad occhi aperti. L’estate finalmente brucia sulla pelle, ma tu non sei sintonizzata su quell’onda calda. Telefonate lunghe, confidenze sussurrate. Ti rendi conto che la tua vita è uguale a quella di mille altri. Rincuora ma fa pensare. La noia si abbatte dentro ore bruciate di sole. Una…