perfectly entwined

Because I almost forgot the way his lips felt against mine, or how our bodies entwined together perfectly, nestled under a pile of blankets. Just like the way he laughed, I almost forgot how he would look at me right before we fell asleep. He is so much more than anyone can see. He’s the music that made him laugh and the shows that made him smile. Everything from how he liked his coffee, to how he got that scar slightly above his lips. He might not be as important to everyone else, likewise, neither is every little thing about him, but to me, he was my everything. He is my everything. He is everything. and I miss everything.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #844 // @exbleh

that part in truly madly deeply that goes, “Am I asleep, am I awake, or somewhere in between? I can’t believe that you are here and lying next to me, or did I dream that we were perfectly entwined? Like branches on a tree, or twigs caught on a vine? like all those days and weeks and months I tried to steal a kiss and all those sleepless nights and daydreams where I pictured this, I’m just the underdog who finally got the girl and I am not ashamed to tell it to the world. truly, madly, deeply, I am foolishly, completely falling and somehow you kicked all my walls in so baby, say you’ll always keep me truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you in love with you. Should I put coffee and granola on a tray in bed and wake you up with all the words that I still haven’t said? And tender touches, just to show you how I feel? Or should I act so cool like it was no big deal? Wish I could freeze this moment in a frame and stay like this I’ll put this day back on replay and keep reliving it cause here’s the tragic truth if you don’t feel the same my heart would fall apart if someone said your name and truly, madly, deeply, I am foolishly, completely falling and somehow you kicked all my walls in so baby, say you’ll always keep me truly, madly, crazy, deeply in love with you. I hope I’m not a casualty, hope you won’t get up and leave, might not mean that much to you but to me it’s everything, everything, truly, madly, deeply, I am foolishly, completely falling and somehow you kicked all my walls in so baby, say you’ll always keep me truly, madly, crazy deeply in love (in love) with you (with you), in love (in love) with you (with you) in love (in love) with you (with you) with you, oh”

I could see us dancing in our most comfortable clothes throughout a tiny apartment filled with pictures and blankets and everything else that reminds us of each other. The thought of me and you getting our own place, being perfectly entwined into each other’s lives, is a common daydream. Only, I know it isn’t for you, I know you don’t wonder about us doing those things. And, you know, I think that hurts the most. Having this fantasy and not being able to make it come true is shit, but having you completely ignorant of it is even worse. I wanted this, I was willing to try and make it happen, and you can’t even spare me a second glance.
—  We both wanted everything (but your everything didn’t include me)

Okay in all seriousness the fact that Dan and Phil wrote their book together just shows how perfectly their lives are entwined. Like they could’ve done it separately but they just thought ‘nah it’s better together.’

I bet when Louis and Harry are finally laying down to go to bed at night and their shifting around to get comfortable and Harry goes to snuggle up to Louis and be the big spoon Louis would get all disgruntled like ‘well what if I wanna be the big spoon?’ And Harry would just let out a small laugh and ‘I don’t know if that would work too well’ so Louis would cuddle up closer to Harry letting him wrap an arm around his waist muttering ‘it would work perfectly fine’ before getting completely comfortable and thinking about how being the little spoon is his favorite thing to do as long as Harry is the only one being the big spoon, but he would never admit any of that to Harry even though he’s pretty sure harry already knows.