fall in love with your eyes closed

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
—  Pablo Neruda

He fell in love with the way she fell in love with everything.

The stars, the crisp autumn breeze, the exciting promises of tomorrow.

She fell in love with the way he slept, with his closed eyes indicating he was off in foreign lands, she fell in love with the way he tucked his hands in his pockets when he felt shy and the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about her.

She fell in love with the way he laughed loudly when she cracked one of her lame jokes and she fell in love with the way people fall in love with very good poetry.

Slowly, before it floods your soul.

Slowly before it drowns you and your entire being, your entire existence.

And finally she fell in love with him the way she fell in love with herself, slowly and very surely.

She was the star studded sky to his polluted one.

She was his soul to his beating heart.

His mountain to the snow.

They could exist without each other, for they were two separate components, but when they came together, it felt like an explosion of magic.

With sparks and quickened heartbeats.

Fate would try it’s best to keep them away, but frankly I don’t think it can.

For whatever’s meant to be, simply is.

don't fall in love with me.

don’t fall in love with me

i’ll turn you into poetry
and sing out of key

i’ll wake you every morning
to see: coffee-colored eyes
and i’ll sip from you slowly
as i kiss you goodbye

don’t fall in love with me

i’ll map your constellations
and make myself at home

i’ll laugh and get nervous
when i tell awful jokes
so i’ll smile and kiss you
on the tip of your nose

don’t fall in love with me
don’t get too close

one day, you’ll need me
until one day, you won’t

and i’ll write poetry
to heal what you broke
i’ll try not to miss you
until one day, i don’t

don’t fall in love with me
don’t give me hope

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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride; I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving you but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. | Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

If I could hold your heart I would keep it safe. Even when I trip and fall, and even when I break down, I would hold your heart close to mine, so it doesn’t see the same damage. When I bruise my knees and scrape my palms you’ll never have to fear, and even if I cry, I promise, you won’t need to shed a tear. Love is everlasting. Loyalty is intertwined with faith. As long as you want me I will be here, standing with my palms out, waiting with my heart plain in my eyes, and a smile on my face.
—  Jennifer Varnadore

The signs as moments falling in love

Aries: It was when you opened up to me so easily. I was used to them being closed off, masking hurt with humor or skirting around the subject entirely. But you told me everything, more than was necessary even, and you just sat right there looking at me with this fearlessness in your eyes..and I loved you. 

Taurus: It was when I had threatened to tickle you again, and you scrunched your nose in the way that I love and lunged for me with a playful vengeance. Your eyes were sparkling and later you fell asleep under me, like I was your home.  

Gemini: It was when you were listening to me speak-I mean really listening. Your eyes were on me, but I could tell you were holding onto every word I said, as if trying to understand what I’d been thinking in that very moment.

Cancer: It was when we both turned our heads and laughed to each other. It was like I was all too aware of everything, but distracted at the same time. Our closeness left me breathless and your eyes had crinkled at the corners, a genuine laugh. I wanted to be the only one who you shared that laugh with. 

Leo: It was when you hugged me for the first time. It wasn’t awkward, or fleeting. you had burrowed your head in my chest after spending a day all to ourselves. You hugged me like you’d miss me, and I’d realized I’d ache when you were gone too. 

Virgo: It was when you had made a really bad joke. Your reply had been dry- probably not even meant to be funny. But everyone around us laughed loudly, and seemed to love your presence. you had laughed along too- you always loved to laugh. And I was looking at you all along thinking, where were you all this time? 

Libra: It was when our eyes met across the room. You’d never gone unnoticed- everyone loved you and you were fond of everyone else. But it’s like that look was meant for me only. One you’d never gave to anyone else, one you’d been saving for someone like me. 

Scorpio: It was when I found myself wanting to tell you things I didn’t share with anyone else. You had sat there expectantly, and openly- like you’d wait all day if you had to. And when I told you you didn’t leave, you understood

Sagittarius: It was the way you loved everyone else. When you were around the people you loved, you were so happy. You were playful and made sure everyone around you was just as happy as you were. But when things got rough, you knew what to do, too. You were ready for whatever life threw your way. 

Capricorn: It was when you told me everything would be okay. You told me I deserved to be happy, that I’d worked so hard, and that life has a funny way of working out in the end. You accepted me and I didn’t even know it was what I needed. 

Aquarius: It was when you laughed at my bad joke. You always had, but for some reason this one made you laugh the most. You were in the passenger seat of my car, and you slapped your hand over your mouth, trying to suppress it. I made a face, embarrassed, but you squeezed my arm and smiled like I gave you the world. 

Pisces: It was when I was watching you be so open with everyone else. I’d admired that, hell, I envied it. You wore your heart on your sleeve, and made no apologizes for it. 

BTS Reaction to GF Being an Affectionate Sleeper

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Jin: The moment Jin arrived home and plastered himself onto the bed where you were sleeping soundly, he felt an overwhelming exhaustion overtake him. His eyes were slowly closing, and before he could fall asleep; you threw the blanket over him and hugged him, resting your head on his chest unconsciously. His eyes widened and he became too happy, thanking the one above for giving him a chance to be with you. In the morning, he caught you off guard. *gif*

Originally posted by lovechinoslol


Suga: Yoongi gave you a small kiss on your forehead, before pulling you into his chest. He was content with the way you hugged him back, making him feel loved. Before sleep could overtake him, you moved a little—trying to get comfortable and when you finally stopped moving, Yoongi’s eyes shot wide open. Your hand was settled right on his manhood, and his face flushed at the sudden contact. He couldn’t sleep at all.

Originally posted by minsnuggles


J-Hope: Hoseok was staring at the ceiling, dreading the next day. He was too tired and just wanted to call in sick, but staring at you made him realize that he wanted you to be proud of him. He sighed, and when you hugged him in your sleep; digging your face into his neck, a wide smile spread onto his lips. Now, he knew for a fact that he couldn’t wait for the next day. He’d take 8 hours of sleep with you in his arms any day!

Originally posted by damibirds


RapMonster: Namjoon isn’t really used to affection, so when he threw the fluffy blankets over you two and was slowly dozing off; he immediately froze when he felt you wrap an arm around him. The biggest smile ever plastered onto his face and he refused to move; scared to wake you up from your sleep. He was happy, and he couldn’t wait to do that with you and more for the rest of your life.

Originally posted by asdfghobi


Jimin: The moment Jimin felt you move in bed and hug him in your sleep, his cheeks were flaming red from embarrassment and at the cute contact. He squeaked out loud when you moved your hand, softly hitting his best friend and resting your hand on his belly. He eventually fell asleep but when he woke up he wouldn’t stop teasing you. “I know you want some of this, babe.” he’d say, lifting his shirt up and giving you a shit eating grin. “Well tooo bad!” You would be confused and he would just blush, remembering the night before.

Originally posted by parkjmn


V: Yes, you’d be affectionate while sleeping but Taehyung would be even more affectionate than you. Before he’d go to sleep, he’d pull you into his arms, give you a loving kiss and dig his face into your hair; smelling the nice scent before he’d fall asleep. You’d enjoy it a lot, but when you just wanted to sleep without being tangled into each other’s limbs—he would wake up immediately and not let you. Always wanting you to be with him at all times.

Originally posted by 55kumamons


Jungkook: The minute Jungkook was wrapped into a burrito of blankets with you in his arms, he would knock out immediately. No matter what you did in your sleep, he wouldn’t acknowledge it because of his deep slumber. You could even be sleeping on top of him and he wouldn’t budge, unless you tried to get away from the skin contact—he’d just pull you back in. He’d only be able to sleep good with you by his side, and when he woke up to you still sleeping; he would be happy.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


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Baekhyun lullabying Aeris to sleep - {{audio}}

Little Star lyrics: (the part Baekhyun sang)

Close your eyes and listen carefully to my story

Before my story ends, you will dream

Little Star~ Tonight~ I will watch over you all night

When i first met you, you are so blinding

When i first saw your smile, it felt like i had the world

Little Star~ Tonight~ I will watch over you all night

When i see you fast asleep in my arms, i can’t take my eyes off you for a second

You’re so pretty, i feel like my breath will stop, how can i fall asleep

My love, my everything, my angel from heaven

it’s fall now and the days are getting shorter, so learn to love the dark.

wake up before the sunrise and watch it burn its way across the empty sky. light candles and let sparks cast long, deep shadows. dance in your kitchen alone with nothing but the illumination of your phone screen. sit in bed and appreciate the way that closing your eyes makes the walls disappear, makes the world expand into infinity. purify yourself. the sun is gone, and it its place are a million possibilities folded in on each other, each one no thicker than a whisper

Kiss me baby. Do not let our eyes touch. Just kiss me, because if I look at you, I’ll fall ever so deeply in love. So touch me, caress me, kiss me with all that you have. But please, in the middle of it all, don’t look at me. Don’t hold my face close to yours and look me in the eyes. As I’ve been trying so hard not to fall in love with you, and if I do.. l might not make it out alive.
—  M.M. Writings
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
—  Pablo Neruda
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
—  Pablo  Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
don't fall in love with me
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so, i wrote this poem less than a week ago. it was a hit with many of you, becoming my most popular poem to date.

today, @princess-peniscake asked for my permission to record it as a song. i’m very pleased with the result, to say the least.

give it a listen, it makes me smile.
i hope it does the same for you!

and please feel free to share, if you enjoy it.

poem/lyrics:

“don’t fall in love with me

i’ll turn you into poetry
and sing out of key

i’ll wake you every morning
to see: coffee-colored eyes
and i’ll sip from you slowly
as i kiss you goodbye

don’t fall in love with me

i’ll map your constellations
and make myself at home

i’ll laugh and get nervous
when i tell awful jokes

so i’ll smile and kiss you
on the tip of your nose
don’t fall in love with me
don’t get too close

one day, you’ll need me
until one day, you won’t

and i’ll write poetry
to heal what you broke
i’ll try not to miss you
until one day, i don’t

don’t fall in love with me
don’t give me hope”

You remind me a lot of leaving. I still look at the door and think about how long it has been exactly since you walked out of it. Even as I was shaking I was writing this poem in my head. You tasted of thunder and clear skies. You always contradicted yourself. You said you loved me but you left me. You said I was beautiful to look at but you couldn’t stand to look at me anymore. I still stand in the rain with my mouth wide open and my eyes closed in hopes of tasting you. I stopped carrying an umbrella with me. I want to feel you on my skin, even though it burns. You were the most beautiful type of storm. The kind where it would be sunny and there would still be rain falling. I fall asleep in your drizzle. My mother asks me why I’ve started dancing in the rain, why I always come home soaked. I tell her that you’ve evaporated and this was all that was left of you.
—  11/07/16
Fanfiction - Stealing Tomorrow (Epilogue)

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Epilogue – Tomorrow is Now

Edinburgh, 13 years ago

“Close your eyes.” Jamie insisted, whispering in her ear. “Dinna be a wee cheater, Sassenach. You’ll spoil the surprise.”

“I’m not cheating!” Claire declared, irritated. “I’m just worried I’ll fall on my face, that’s all.”

“Don’t ye worry.” She could hear the obvious smile in his voice. “I’d still love ye - even with a crocked nose.”

“How magnanimous of you.” She puffed, walking slowly with the guidance of his hand on her arm. “Are we there yet?”

“Yes.” Jamie surprised her by kissing her lips and then removing the blockage of her hands from her eyes. “Tell me what ye think.”

They were standing in an empty apartment, the big windows harnessing enough of the afternoon light to make the wood boards on the floor look like decadent fields of gold.

“It’s very…” Claire licked her lips, looking for an appropriate word to say, noticing his expectant demeanour. “Empty.”

“Ach.” He clicked his tongue and opened his arms, a big grin forming on his lips. “That is only a matter of buying the right furniture for it. But do ye like it?”

“I – yes.” She looked around, noticing the wide kitchen bench and the freshly painted walls. “It’s lovely, really. But why are we here?”

“Well,” Jamie hugged her by the waist and pressed his forehead against hers, his voice sounding like the sheltering roar of the earth underneath her feet. “I was hoping you could make it my home, if you married me.”

****

Edinburgh, 1 year in the future

“Lady Jane!” Joe thundered, as he saw her striding next to a patient’s gurney, accompanying him to the recovery ward after a long surgery. “I barely recognized you, girl! You look all tanned and sparkly. How was Jamaica?”

“Hot.” Claire laughed, watching the corners of his mouth twitch in a devilish grin. “I meant the weather was very warm, you naughty man.” Noticing that his smile didn’t fade away, but was only enhanced by significant movements of his eyebrows that made him look like a crazy cartoon, she smiled and conceded. “Well, that too.”

“I had no doubt!” Her friend laughed openly, sounding like an amused bear. “I have seen you with your Scot enough to know that, any tropical storm in the area, was probably caused by you two going at it.”

“Oh, stop!” She playfully smacked him in the arm, her cheeks throbbing with heat. “How is everything here?”

“Same old, same old.” Joe replied with a sudden strange attempt at nonchalance. “You haven’t been at the nurses’ desk yet, have you?”

“No.” Claire furrowed her brows. “I was a bit late this morning because of…reasons,” She ignored his smirk. “And went straight to the OR to the kidney transplant. Shall I go there now?”

“No!” The man said vehemently, grabbing her elbow and steering her towards the cafeteria. “I’m that hungry. Shall we go for some dinner?”

“It’s three o’clock in the afternoon, Joe.” Claire gave him a questioning look. “What are you trying to hide?”

“Nothing, LJ.” He shook his head, patting her shoulder in a reassuring manner. “You know my stomach didn’t come with a built-in clock. I’m more of a “eat whenever you’re hungry” type of guy.”

“What is in the nurses’ desk that you don’t want me to see?” She halted and crossed her arms, offering him a disarming look, suitable for young children misbehaving with their soup. “Spill it, Joe. We both know I’ll find out soon enough.”

“Fine!” Joe threw his hands in the air in a gesture of surrender. “I was just trying to spare you. But please, Lady Jane, you need to keep it cool. I’m sure he had the best possible intentions…”

Before Joe was able to complete his sentence, Claire was already sliding past him and marching in the direction of the nurses’ area. As soon as she became visible making a turn on the corridor, two nurses jumped from their seats – they had been whispering with their heads together, looking at something – and stood like two soldiers on a parade, their hands hidden behind their backs, blushing madly.

“So,” Claire smiled pleasantly, taking off her surgical cap and brushing the mad riot of curls, eager to finally be wild and free after so much time in confinement, like eels on a barrel. “What is going on here?”

“Doctor Fraser.” The younger nurse saluted her, looking slightly out of breath. “So good to see you. How was your honeymoon?”

“Fine, Nurse Hawkins.” She nodded, tapping her fingers on the counter in an evident display of impatience. Both nurses looked at her hand like disciplined cats, fascinated by the repeated movement. “There seems to be some kind of disturbance taking place here. I want to know what is going on.”

“LJ…” Joe started, trying to block her vision from the nurses. She gave him a look so dark and dangerous that he immediately retroceded to her side.

“Let’s hear it.” Claire repeated, glancing at the nurses under her lashes and placing all her imaginary coins on the beat of Mary Hawkins breaking in seconds under pressure – too bad it was only the casino of her mind, because it was a smashing jackpot.

“We were just looking at it, Doctor Fraser.” Mary explained in a high pitched voice, slightly stammering. “We meant no disrespect. It’s a beautiful work and such a good cause.”

“Give it to me!” She demanded, reaching out with her open palm. Slowly but surely, Mary Hawkins delivered her the source of all the ruckus.

It was a calendar commissioned by the Fire Department, sold to raise funds for a new Burn Centre and to support the widows and children of fallen firefighters. The calendar was illustrated with photographs of gorgeous men in the corporation – and front and centre, occupying almost two thirds of the cover, was James Fraser. He had been photographed sitting in a chair of the headquarters, naked from the waist up, the suspenders of his loose equipment trousers falling along his hips. His hair was tousled and he looked like he had just arrived from a massive fire, finally relaxed and at ease – except his eyes were playing with the camera, teasing of his secrets, undoubtedly igniting other flames on the belly of any woman looking at it.

“Oh.” Claire said in excitement, her finger absentmindedly caressing his exposed chest. “It’s finally out!”

“You knew about this?” Joe asked, gobsmacked. “That your husband is featuring in a steamy calendar, which probably will be the erotic fantasy of every female in the Edinburgh area?”

“Of course.” She raised a brow. “Who do you think took the photo?”

****

“Hmmm. Don’t stop!” Claire moaned, her toes curling in pleasure. “That is definitely the spot, Jamie. Keep going!”

“Hmpf.” Jamie snorted from the other extremity of the bed, skilfully massaging the sole of her foot. “Yer wee noises are making my cock ache, Sassenach. If it’s really yer foot ye want me to massage, best ye stop.”

“Again?” She smiled lazily, watching as his knuckles applied pressure on her battered points. “We did it this morning, already. And twice last night.”

“It’s fortunate there’s not a limit to it, then.” He bit her big toe making her yelp, as his hands went on to rub her calf. “Even when I’m still inside ye, I’m already missing ye.”

“How many love letters did you receive today?” Claire asked, nudging him with her free foot. “I’m expecting the mailman already knows your name by heart.”

“They are more lust letters.” Jamie sighed, letting go of her leg and stretching next to her in bed, playing with her curls. “About a dozen or so. Apparently there is another man called James Fraser in this area who has been receiving some by mistake – he is sixty and dinna understand why all of the sudden so many women were sending him photos in their undergarments and making indignant advances on him by mail.”

“Lucky man.” Claire laughed. “May your success serve him well.”

“Ye ken what day is it today?” He stroked her small, pointy, ear and temple, gluing their bodies together.

“I do.” She kissed the tip of his jaw, feeling the small stubble prickling her lips like fresh grass. “Fourteen years ago we were married for the first time.”  

“Aye.” He kissed her mouth, tasting her lower lip, the pressure of his teeth just enough to make her moan against him. “I have a wee present for ye.”

He retrieved a small package from his nightstand and she unwrapped it, kissing him amidst the confusion of paper and ribbon. It was a custom made blue surgical cap, clearly designed for her, with a forget-me-not embroidered on the side and underneath it, printed after his own handwriting, the words “Da mi basia mille”.

“It’s beautiful, Jamie.” She said in a husky voice, a knot forming on her throat – it was always disarming to realize how much he knew her and appreciated her. “I - I have something for you too.” Claire added slowly.

“Aye?” He smiled, so tender and alight that her body was immediately blazing just to see it. His eyes shone blue and knowing, with a hint of mischief hidden in the deepest pools of blue sea.

“You know, don’t you?” Claire realized, their noses almost touching - their eyes so close they could plunge into each other without taking another breath. Slowly, like a dance learnt in another life and scripted into their DNA for permanent remembrance, their hands entwined - silver wedding rings meeting like titans clashing together.

“I know, mo nighean donn.” Jamie nodded and his hand came to rest solid and sure on her stomach - cradling the tomorrow they had lost, fought to earn again and hoped for with all their hearts.