I love that feeling you get when you don’t remember that you’re reading. When you’re so captured by a book that you forget you’re reading the words. All you see is the descriptions and conversations that being to play out like a movie in your head. You don’t even think about it. Then before you know it, you’ve read 100 pages without realizing it. That’s probably the best feeling in the world.
i ask questions i know i won’t like the answer to.
i think that things might be different,
but it’s all in my head.
i want to be your everything, because you are mine.
have warm, soft days.
have the sweet smell of your skin linger,
on the sweater you gave me.
and late night cuddles while we listen to soft music.
i’m just here,
and your just there.
in something that seems so dear,
but so distant.