When I say I love you more, I don’t mean I love you more than you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us, I love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than the distance between us, I love you more than any obstacle that could try and come between us. I love you the most.
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find the link to the preceding texts by my baby @jdbtexts​ here ❤️

at this point, the only thing i was looking forward to was getting home to Justin. i didn’t care about having to wake up at the crack of dawn tomorrow or having to go back to hell- i mean work, again. i really hope that Justin had started running the hot water for me because all i wanted right now was to lay in the bath and cuddle with the one who keeps me sane.

as soon as i pulled into the driveway, i took off my heels and walked barefoot up the warm pavement. i dug out my keys, struggling to find the one to open the door; letting out an almighty sigh when my efforts failed. once i finally found it, i dropped my heels on the floor and locked the door behind me. i bathed in the familiar scents of my home and walked straight upstairs. i could hear the water running. “i love this man”, i whispered to the ceiling. once i got to our bedroom, i saw Justin sprawled out on the bed, watching scandal, without me.

“baby, you’re finally home!” he said, hurtling out of the bed, slowly jogging over to me. he placed a sweet peck on my forehead and took my hand, leading me into the bathroom. what i saw before me was enough to make just about any woman burst into tears.

the lights were dimmed and there were candles in every place safest to put them. my favorite bath bomb was fizzing in the water, causing the water to turn pink; giving me a clear view of the red rose petals floating around. the aromatic smell of lavender passed through me as i noticed that Justin had used my favorite bubble bath. i slumped backwards into him as he snaked his arms around my waist, resting his chin upon my shoulder.

“what did i do to deserve someone as amazing as you?” i whispered as i turned my head to face him, planting a kiss on his cheek, humming into his skin with appreciation. “i think that’s something i should be asking you” Justin mumbled against my neck. i moved my hands behind my back, attempting to unzip my dress. “no no, let me.” Justin said, as i felt the cool air of the bathroom creep up my back. i let the dress fall off of my shoulders; the feeling of the cotton being replaced by the warmth coming from Justin’s tender lips. he kissed my shoulders, trailing up to my neck, sending shivers down my spine. i then let my black lace underwear slide onto the floor and at the same time, Justin unclasped my bra, falling into the pile with the rest of my clothes.

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I just want to spam Harry’s phone with texts about how good he looks. I want to shower him in over exaggerated compliments and make jokes about him killing me with his beauty so that when he finally gets a break and checks his phone, he blushes and gets all giggly and texts back “Stopppp.” But I want him to know how good he looks. I want him to knoooooow. :(


when ur wife just had a baby but ur in an anime english dub

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