Sometimes I wonder if you know just how much you mean to me.
I wonder if I should take your hand in mine, or if I should pull you in for an embrace. I wonder if I should pen a letter, or just tell you bluntly. I have spoken of it, once or twice, but I wonder if I had said too much, or if I had spoken too little. I wonder if you would mistake my silence for nonchalance or fear. I wonder if you know that I had already chosen to give you my heart. I wonder if you know that I’m allowing you to have my love and tear it apart.
Sometimes I wonder if you feel the same.
I wonder if you would squeeze my hand, or if you would return the embrace. I wonder if you would respond to my letter, or even speak to me after my revelation. We have talked about it, once or twice, but I wonder what exactly you would want to tell me, and how you would say it. I wonder if there are times that you want to speak out as well, but you choose to remain quiet instead. I wonder if you would keep my heart safe. I wonder if you feel my love, and if you would someday reciprocate it. You have a choice, after all.
You nudge me gently, and I awake from my trance.
“Look at me,” You say, and I oblige.
And then my lips curl into a smile, for what I see is my admiration and my love reflected in your eyes.
An entry I dedicate(d) to someone.
“Beautiful,” the word escapes from my mouth while my fingers trace every line and every crease that has formed on your face.
Beautiful you are, indeed, lying still beneath me, your eyes piercing deep through mine, your lips curving into a smile.
Beautiful you are, indeed, with your hair tousled, your lips swollen, and your skin glowing like the soft light breaking into the blinds. Just then, I get the sudden urge to kiss you. And so I do. I bury my hands in your hair and let my pair of lips wander from your forehead, then to the tip of your nose, until they finally meet yours. The kiss we share is fleeting and chaste, but it’s enough to make me feel dizzy.
Beautiful you are indeed, stifling a yawn, your eyes falling closed, your breathing evening out. I place one last kiss on the hollow of your neck, before I motion to lie beside you. The best I can do is to watch. I observe the slight twitch of your mouth, the subtle movement of your fingers, the steady rise and fall of your chest. I observe you slowly drifting to sleep, and I think of how beautiful you are - very beautiful, indeed.
I want to keep it that way. I want to always keep you, and never let you go. I want to pull you in my arms, and feel the warmth of your skin against mine. I want to tell you the words that have always died on my lips.
So I reach out – I reach for you - but grasp only the sheets. It takes a moment before my mind can register that my eyes are shut, and when I finally blink them open, I let out a deep sigh. For only then do I realize that the space opposite where I lay is the empty side of the bed.
One of my (unpublished) entries for Kuwaderno 11.
Probably the most heartbreaking of all the typographies that I have done.
Original Photo by prc666
Inspired by Original photo and Aerosmith’s I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing
Brought me to tears. ♥
My Superhero
Hold me in your arms
And I’ll fly with you anywhere
Protect me from all harm
And lead me where I can gaze at your stare
You clear my vision and let me see
Like the strike of glimmering light
Your skin against mine weakens me
It’s more intoxicating than kryptonite
Every bit of you sends me into a frenzy
It’s something in myself that I can’t contain
You hear my words and listen to my plea
So there’s no reason for me to complain
Only you can set me aflame
Only you can set me aglow
Without you my life isn’t the same
And so I want you to be my superheroYours affectionately, The girl next door.
Inspired by and For bemysuperhero
TWIN! I love you. ♥ And i miss you.
Original post here
Girl next door inspired by Spiderman. XD
Ano… What do you think guys?
I Want You to Need Me by Celine Dion
Photo Credits: fhrankee
ang galing nya talaga sa typos o…mamaya bebenta yan:))
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