“Each relationship between two persons is absolutely unique. That is why you cannot love two people the same. It simply is not possible. You love each person differently because of who they are and the uniqueness that they draw out of you.”
“I’m stronger because I had to be. I’m smarter because of my mistakes. I’m happier because I’ve overcome the sadness I have known and I’m wiser because I’ve learned from my life.”
Did you ever just feel so lucky for knowing someone you met online? Like.. I was one click away from not following you. I was one second away from never even knowing of your existence.I would never have been this happy!!!…
“Polyamory is just people who want to be able to cheat on each other without getting in trouble!”
You realize that cheating requires you to break the person’s trust, right? There’s not such as “consensual” cheating. It’s not cheating on someone if you’ve agreed that something is okay in your relationship.
Louder for the people who don’t want to fucking LISTEN
There’ll be a day where you lay me down against soft bedding, where you take your time with my shirt and jeans and boxer-briefs, dropping one by one article of clothing to the floor
Where I will take my time with you, with a pretty dress of yours or a top you made yourself. I take them off with care, I’ll always have care for you
Where I’ll kiss you once and it’ll meld into two, three, five, six, seven and then too many kisses to count; until I forgot where one kiss ends and another starts
And you’ll kiss the soft jawline that I’ve learned to find beauty in, and you’ll go down to the little mole on my neck and ask me if I’m okay.
I’ll always be okay, my sunshine
There’ll be a day where, pressed against the soft bedding, I’ll see Heaven and you’ll work some sort of magic to make me forgot any troubles I’ve ever had, any doubts about never being loved and desired in such a way. Your name will jump off my tongue, crying out to the angels in Heaven, to you
And you’ve always encouraged me, believed in my talents and you love everything I do. You love when I play the guitar and there’s that old additive about musicians: skillful with their hands. There’ll be a day where I find confidence or a belief in myself to lay you down and give you Heaven.
To see dying sunlight on your face through the windows. To whisper against your skin my love for you that’s so sweet, it makes my belly ache.
That day will come and when it does, I will be shaking and ready. Ready to hold your hand in mine and see Heaven together.
Passionate kisses. Letting you touch me with your musical hands. Whispering poetry into my skin. Kissing and biting me with all the love and gentleness in the world. We will lay, wrapped in sheets made of stars, and hold each other as we breathe heavily. Having seen heaven in each other.
