"Long after moments of closeness have passed, a part of you remains with me and warms the places your hands have touched and hastens my heart for your return."
So I'll bet you can't wait to hear how it went.
He's an amazing cook.
And just plain amazing. In every single way.
Lit candles and mood music, we could just talk about anything and everything. With him, there are no akward silences because I don't have to try to figure out what I can and can't say, I just say whatever comes into my head. And if we were to run out of things to say... I could spend hours getting lost in his kisses.
I know all the rules, the whole idea of not talking about exes, or talking about commitment, even waiting with the physical stuff, those rules were made for grown-ups. I suppose the only way you really know you're still a kid is how you can fall in love in a few days, or even a few hours, and suddenly nothing else matters than his texts and his calls and seeing him is just the superlative of content.
I'l old. I'm turning 17 in less than 2 weeks. I'm also chubby. Gained 3 kilos. But somehow, boys have been more drawn to me since. I suppose it really is true that curves are apprechiated, despite popular belief than nothing but size 0 is accepted. I suppose a 36 is a little bit exadurated. So I'm rocking a 38 and it'll be okay.
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