Welcome back. 10/12
One of my favorite posts on here is one that says “It’s kinda sad isn’t it? That someone could hurt you so much that you have to write about it?” And though it still holds true I know it’s so much better writing about someone that makes every moment they spend with me an endless laugh with smooth strokes down my back and swift kisses on my neck. I mean, just the way he nips at my thighs and neck are equivalent to Cupid doing acupuncture on me with tiny little arrows, it’s refreshing. His touch is identical to being nestled under an endless amount of butterflies. He’s practically the only guy that makes all of these words flow out of me like a faucet. It’s as if he’s cracking a code and has opened some secret vault that I’ve only let people see glimpses of through stained glass windows. It’s no longer a mystery how I’ve found comfort and closeness in him like I never have before, I knew this as soon as I laid beside him and with every movement I made he would rest his hand on my side, as if he was making sure I was still there. I will forever compare our relationship with each other to wild flowers blooming; each year they’re in different positions than the year before but still growing at the same rate. I still ask myself at night how the universe conjured up this one but only to give it a well deserved thanks.
