I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you, how good you look when you smile; how much I love your laugh. I day dream about you on and off, replaying our conversations; laughing at funny things you said or did. I’ve memorized your face and how you look at me. I catch myself smiling again at what I imagined. I wonder what will happen the next time we’re together and even though neither of us know what the future holds, I know one thing for sure; you’re the very best thing that’s ever happened to me.
I keep thinking about how much I love you, how much I want you my life forever…
I place my hand delicately on her face and mold my fingers onto her features. My thumbs kindly caress the two veils belonging to her beautiful eyes. I’ve never seen them, of course - I haven’t ever seen mine either - but I just know it. Oh, I wonder what they’ve seen, what they hold, what beauty and ugliness await her innocent orbs.
Sensitive, yes, but far from fragile.
I wish to show her happiness, even if I cannot see it with her. I want to have her hear and radiate delight, not just simply emulate others’. I want her to someday embrace trust and let her feel abundant love without payment.
My ‘eyes’ continue down to roundly trace over her cheekbones. They raise and I can’t help but smile
with her too. This… please always smile like this.
Slowly, my fingers glide down her soft face. I thoughtfully stroke her lips. I could be wrong, but I’m sure the first thing that comes to mind for many when touching, feeling, or looking at pretty lips is to… kiss them? I find myself not relating. Instead, I tend to think ‘How many times has this person said what they truly felt today?’ Oh, call it odd if you will - I prefer unique - but, as I caress her mouth, I really wonder how often she has kept it closed, locking and throwing away the key, just to hide that regret behind a pair of beautiful lips. I want to keep her from the fear of hiding away her emotions, her feelings; her ideas, complaints, joys, cries, anger… because, truly, these emotions are what make us human.
E.G. Darling, my blindness cannot burden my view of you.
Recuerdo mis “No me siento bien, luego hablamos” y con ello viene el tonto sentimiento de extrañar tus mil mensajes “¿Qué tienes?, ¿Voy a tu casa?, ¿Qué necesitas?, ¡CONTESTA!, ¡TE AMO!, No quiero que esto acabé así, No quiero perderte, Yo estoy para ayudarte, No estás sola..” etc, las mil llamadas en las que me escuchabas llorar, en las que no me juzgabas, en las que me abría completamente, en las que era yo, también recuerdo que a veces necesitaba poner el celular en modo avión porque insistias e insistias y si no veias respuesta, inmediata comenzabas a mandar mensaje a mis familiares para saber de mí… En fin, jamás nadie se había quedado conmigo cuando más sola me he sentido, sé que no leerás esto porque nuestras vidas tomaron rumbos diferentes, pero ¡TE AMO!
I still can’t believe this!! :D You all are awesome!! In honor of this blog reaching 2000 followers, I thought I’d do something special.
In the short time that this blog has been up, I have posted almost 500 incorrect quotes for team STRQ. Now I’m sure that you all liked some of them more than others, and I’m certain that most of you have a favorite quote that you think is better than all the others.
So what I want you to do is send me your favorite quote that I have posted in an Ask (either copy and paste or send the link to the post) and I will write up a brief drabble using the dialog from the quote!
I want to give back to you guys for being so great (and I’m hoping that this will kick my ass back into gear for Invicta, because I am experiencing some serious writer’s block atm).
I will accept quote prompts until the end of the day on 23rd (my birthday! :D ) so send in your favorite quotes!!