» there’s love, which is much deeper, much different. It’s a thing of beauty.
Kiss me. Take my hand and stare eagerly into my eyes. Gently push me up against the wall, move in close so your body is pressed against mine. My heart flutters and my blood rushes because I know this is it, this is going to be our first kiss. My eyes say, “follow me to the ends of the earth” and all I want to do is be yours.
The Lines on our hands state that we are for Forever.
"The Lines on our hands state that we are for Forever"
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Monday, July 27, 2009 at 4:21 PM
We were walking in that dead town,
soaking in the spontaneity,
holding on to childhood,
and you were hopping from stone to stone
in an abandoned lot
with a look of beautiful abandon on your face,
and I realized right there
that before my life ends
I want to be held in your arms.

/how beautiful
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