The day you first smiled at me,
you were eleven and I was twelve
and she didn’t hit me back home.
Little fairy, you have always fulfilled
my deepest wishes.
When you called me your friend,
you were dressed in purple
and my stomach didn’t hurt as we danced.
I wondered if I should have kissed you then,
but you were happy with him
and that was enough.
I dried your tears because I cared.
I tried to protect you from him after
I noticed I didn’t liked seeing you hurt.
If I could, I’d go back and tell you the truth
since the begining,
I’d do it in a heartbeat.
My jacket suits you better than his arms,
and your lips will always be my favorite flavour.
It hurt me, too.
But I will never touch you unless you want me too,
I will always be whatever you need me to.
As long as you are okay, I’ll be that.
I did saw you.
You looked so beautiful when I made that joke,
and your touch stayed with me for months,
just like your birthday kiss
and the sensation of your palm touching mine.
I also know I looked bad,
know that I felt bad and couldn’t care less.
But when the summer came,
and you were here,
That was me, being better for me,
because of you
for the first time.
Kissing you that day was a stellar moment in my life,
following you around and beyond a first.
It felt like the last, too.
And the only one.
For me, it still feels that way.
I would call you mine everyday,
I would call you my sun,
my stars and my moon,
everything and anything, you.
You have no idea how many times I did it when you weren’t there,
just to make it clear to them,
I wasn’t letting you go anywhere anytime soon.
There’s times when I laugh
remembering my fear and reaction to your words.
Sometimes I forget we were both kids
and that you have never shied away from love.
But you loved me,
not him or someone else,
everyting else didn’t matter.
Having you in my arms
will always be my favorite position to sleep.
Your heart beating against my touch,
your breathing matching mine,
your dreams becoming ours.
Best moment of my day.
What I did still matters to me,
everything felt like changing after
and you never looked at me the same way.
I mean it, and I still do:
I love you,
I will always love you,
and I will always be sorry about that.
I hope this year is super great for you and you get to accomplish everything you set your goals on and that all the good things happen to you because you deserve all the happiness in the world!!! <3 <3 <3
Ah, now this is a topic I’ve been lucky enough to discuss with
some dear mutuals over the years, so let me see if I can do an answer justice.
course, we can never know the
man, not truly; that is only for the very lucky few that are a part of his
life, his world. But there is so much we can deduce of him, based upon
his work, his words, his public deeds and behavior.
you look at his work alone, you see incredible natural talent that he has
refined through dedication & physical and mental discipline; you see a love
of the written & spoken word; and most especially you see a keen &
compassionate understanding of the human condition–for how else could he bring
such breathtaking truth to all of his characters? Even the wicked ones,
like Khan & Richard III–he makes us feel that even they have
reasons for the things they do, often rooted in emotional/psychological pain.
Though the evil they do is no less evil, we can sympathize to some degree,
with what brought them to that place. In
my lifetime I have seen no player more truly & more lovingly—in
Shakespeare’s words—hold the mirror up to nature.
interviews & public appearances, you find a humble, self-effacing man, a bright
wit, & sense of humor generous enough to make himself as likely a target of
jesting as anyone or anything else. He
values home, hearth, family, the environment, although he could easily give
over to hedonism on his bank account.
How many times do we see him wearing the same clothes, carrying that
same blue water bottle on set, even brown bagging his lunches at times?Choices, I’m sure, that reflect his commitment to simplicity and to reduce his carbon footprint.
Benedict’s charitable works have been well-recorded on this site, so I’m
not going to research it, but when I run across a post about it, I’ll be sure
to reblog for info’s sake.
won’t speak at length about his personal relationships, except to say that’s a
man who loves his wife thoroughly. It would frankly break my heart to learn he
had the same feet of clay of so many other public figures & celebrities in
this regard—what I see tells me he and Sophie have the real thing. And that he
guards his little family’s privacy so jealously is further testament to that.
short, (though this runs long) I trust my eyes & ears, and they tell me to
trust in the public image that is clearly on view. I see a man who gives as much positive energy
to the world as he can, and embraces life with complete joie devivre. And as I believe in the human soul, I see a
most spectacular one that shines luminously, not only enhancing his unique
physical beauty, but reminding me that true good is possible in a world that is
often quite selfish & mean.
could probably go on with dozens of more examples, but let me just finish with
one of my favorite photos of him, which for me reflects (I hope) a bit of what
I’ve written here.
Thank you for your ask–it was a delight to answer! ❤❤❤
do you ever just feel like you’re just completely worthless and unattractive on a physical and emotional level and you’re just never good enough because there’s always someone else that overpowers you with their pretty face and personality and you just instantly back down because you feel you have literally nothing to fight against with