|A professional at protecting you. An amateur at writing for myself. I work equally hard at both and hope you enjoy my words. IG: jeremybrown21|
Nothing dies slower or more painfully than a dream revolving around love.
The day you don't cross my mind at least once, I'll know two things:
1. I can burn the unsent letters
2. You'll be the most beautiful fight I ever lost
She hid within the darkest corners of her own mind, afraid to see the sun shining on her shoulders.
Never allowing herself to receive love, her worst relationship was with herself.
I still remember the intricate details I used to love the most about you, but the memories of our time together have become a hazy fog.
I saw you driving to the beach the other day looking the same as always. Windows down, hair whipping in the wind, music blasting and wearing that slightly crooked content with life smirk. While you're no longer mine, it gives me solace knowing that you can still make me smile as you blaze trails of your own design; existing in the moment.
I thought, maybe hoped, she needed saving. Fact is, I needed to save myself before I could give anything to anyone else.
We’ve only been talking for a month and have spent a quick weekend together however, I already get nervous with delight when I see you and tingles of electricity flow through my limbs when I see something with your name pop up on my phone’s screen. Am I a hopeless romantic? Who knows, but when it feels right, I go with it; maybe with too much reckless abandon. Maybe caution should be the word of the day for me in this circumstance but that’s never been my style. You and I have many of the same values and outlooks on life, and I can’t wait to take you to Bali, Thailand and New Zealand. The way you talk about your father makes me want to be a father so one day maybe our kids will speak of...
I want to live in such a way that my life is proof of your love. Selfless, gracious and kind; a life of love worth writing about.
Often, he confused himself as to why he missed her. The terrible things she said and did. Later, he would think of how many amazing things were left unsaid and experiences left incomplete. Then it all made sense.
Don't seek fake refuge. When the waves of uncertainty threaten to capsize your vessel, turn to me. My open arms are all the harbor you need to weather the stormy waters.
You're only in love with the idea of love. No, love, I was in love with you until you decided I was just an idea.
No matter how many times she put out his fire, he kept hoping she would give him a spark to light another.