I don’t want to remember running the back of my hand over the scars on your arm. I don’t want to remember the feel of your lips as they brushed against my cheek and I don’t want to remember the grip of your fingers wrapping around mine. I don’t want to remember the way it felt when you pressed your cheek against mine. The way the tips of your fingers felt brushing tears as they slipped from my eyelids against your will. Because then I will have to remember that all those things that used to comfort me are poisonous now. Your lips, your fingers, your scars, your touch burn me a little now. Because of how life ruined us. Both of us, we’re broken.
Seriously, i have gone to bed the past two nights with that intense moment of eye contact and honesty in my head.
I love theatre. I love acting. I’m falling in love with my scene partner.
I can love you
until you love me
I just need to fall asleep while you’re holding me, holding me together. Just for one night, because I can’t hold myself together anymore. So, I’m glad you’re here, okay?
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His name is Antony and he is the most beautiful man that ere I saw. But he was married to this wretched wench, Octavia. He loves me though, we were in love at first sight, but that hasn’t stopped Octavia’s brother and Rome from waging war against my Greece. It is said he has gotten false news of my death, and fallen on his sword. I must away to find my snake….
I love curling up in a bed with you while lightning strokes and thunder rolls outside your window. But the blankets are soft and heavy and warm and they are our shared paradise. It’s so simple. It’s just blissfully existing.
B: Thank you
A: Where am I?
B: It doesnt matter.
A: Excuse me, well okay
B: Later, okay?
I think about this a lot. Do you?
What’s the greatest chapter in your book, are there pages where it hurts to look? What’s the one regret you can’t work through? You got it baby, mine would be you.
Icb liebe dich weil du meine Vorüber bist. Aber meine Zukunft liegt mit dem Wind.
Thoughts are jumbled in my brain. I think of every little thing. Mostly, though, I wonder what if you were here? Could you silence my thoughts? Could you give my weary soul peace? I know it wouldn’t solve a single one of my problems, but I think that maybe if I slept next to you, rested in your warmth, and drew from your strength instead of always relying on myself, I could wake up tomorrow ready to face those problems. And then I wonder, do you ever wonder what I could do for you?