first love. You know who I’m talking about because I bet you read the words ‘first love’ and that one boy came into your mind. There’s nothing like the first boy you were so afraid to lose, the boy that changed you, changed your expectations, change the way you looked at yourself and the world, the one that you will compare all other guys to because you know he’s the one that set the standards for love.

It was cold. Your hands were shaking, and I stepped in front of you just to wrap my arms around you as I said, "Let's pretend winter isn't here." As you buried your head in my shoulder, you said,
"Let's pretend the snow isn't the only thing falling fast."

"has your heart ever really stopped? " she asked, biting her lower lip into a smile,
"not from fear, or shock, or even from surprise?
but because you have the one person who loves you so much,
that you feel like you have found the one thing you can live on?"

We lie together. Smiling and holding on to each other and the night and the moment. We stare into each other’s eyes and softly kiss, speaking and saying more with the movement of our lips and the tips of our fingers, more than words will allows us to say. Words can’t say this. The one word love means too little for what it is. It means everything and that is still not enough. It doesn’t communicate even a fraction of the feelings involved. Love. The word is not enough for what it is. Love. Love.

In the last few days, you've made me feel..alive. You made me feel beautiful; intelligent; wanted,; no matter how hard I try, I'll never be able to tell you how much that`s meant to me.

He would ask me why I was smiling and I would just laugh. I could never admit that I was smiling because he was there

You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, even months analyzing a situation, trying to put the pieces together.Justifying what could've, should've, would've happened. Or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and realize there's a reason they're down there.

So they locked themselves in his car, got lost in each others eyes; sang to the radio. He whispered in her ear; she'd laugh at his silly jokes, even if they were pointless. He'd grab her hand; not let go. He had no idea how happy it made her. She'd rest her head on his shoulder, close her eyes,; listen to their song. When he kissed her forehead, she memorized the touch of his lips. She didn't want to leave anytime soon,; he'd give her his jacket if she said she was cold. It would be 3 in the morning--but they'd still be tangled in each other. She knew he was something special. It was different how he moved her cause even when he told her "goodnight", it still felt like "hello" .

word of the day:
hippotpotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- the fear of long words


songs of the day:
drugs dancin - the girls can hear us
home - edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros
until your gone - chimpmunk and esmee denters


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