Jan 4, 2021
I want to be laying on top of my partner. My cheek pressed to theirs while they rub circles on my back.
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I want to be laying on top of my partner. My cheek pressed to theirs while they rub circles on my back.
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what if i fell asleep with my head in your lap and you ran your hands through my hair to keep me asleep and we were gay for each other? 👀
Are you ever just joking with your boyfriend and you’re both laughing your asses off, and you look over at him smiling and you think to yourself, wow he has such a beautiful laugh, wow this is what love feels like
boys in tuxes >\\\\<
Ahh they’re so prettyyyyy
I wish my boyfriend was here so I could kiss him
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no thoughts only being called hun/honey/honeybee or any other Nature Related Nicknames 🥺
I get flustered when pretty boys compliment me!!! Ahhhh!!!!!
i miss him. if i stay still and close my eyes i can almost imagine he’s here. i can rake through my memories and try to relive it, even though it’s a ghost of a touch. a ghost of him.
i remember what it’s like to be in his arms, my face buried somewhere in his chest, warmth filling my chest as i finally relax into a sleepy state.
i remember holding his hand in the hallways as we joked, his laughter sounded like music to me, his smile it’s own piece of art to me.
i remember the weight of his hand on my shoulder whenever i was upset, a reminder that he was there, something to ground me when i needed it.
i remember him kissing me on the cheek, something sweet that filled my stomach with butterflies, as i would try and stutter a response, both of us grinning and happy.
i remember it all. i know i always long for the past, but i can’t help but imagine doing it all again and more. imagining brings its own pains, a void that cannot be filled. i miss him.