randomislife
my life is average.
Dark, green. some smell nice, and they hurt like a bitch when you get hit in the face with one.
They're also kinda pretty, I guess.
The trees that surrounding the Oval seemed lifeless, there was no wind and yet despite the sun, the air was cold. He stood next to me and I knew neither of us were listening to our instructions, but simply focusing on the fact that our arms were touching.
Again.
I stand next to you every chance I get; just trying to get close enough to you so I can lean as high as I possible can, all to kiss you on the cheek.
I know you do the same, though, because every chance you get, you kiss me on the top of my head an I can feel you smile to yourself.
Spent last night fretting and worrying about the future. There's no point in it, and I avoided eye contact with you this morning.
You started to cry at some point, and I couldn't believe just how much I'd effected you.
But I'm overjoyed, at the fact that we made up through some close contact while we stole a few innocent kisses.
Dusting over the backyard fence. Pale, white, cold. A bitter cold. It was beautiful, but painful to the touch and almost burnt your fingers red.
I can't think of anything to write about this subject.
Through the very tops of my vision, I looked up at him. His eyes were shut, and part of me wished that he's open them just as I had.
That way, maybe, we could share an unspoken "I love you."
And even though he didn't, he later told me this;
"Je veux qu'elle reste avec moi pour toujours"
The third person makes it all the better.
I understood when you said you were in pain. What I don't understand, is how you could withstand so much simply just so you could kiss me.
I guess this stitch in my side is a good indicator of how much I wanted to kiss you as well.
Saved by the person you least expect.
You always are, it seems.
Thank you. For each and every time.
Kettle, reminds me of days spent up at the stable with my mother when I was little. Boiling the water to make tea for her and the other ladies, as well as a hot chocolate for myself. days spent alone with the horses, perfectly content with life.
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