taylorbelll

Throughout my last relationship, 9 out of the 10 times I would tweet something depressing or psycho or about how pissed I was - there was a boy that replied something along the lines of “keep your head up homie” or anything to help me smile and keep going. This went on for months and months & then after my traumatic relationship ended last May, he started favoriting pictures from months before and tweets from the previous weeks, most would catch on and be like oh you’re definitely twitter stalking me which is exactly what I did. From then on we ended up talking, he gave me his number and was there for me through the break up, still comforting me and giving me words of encouragement as he had been doing previously. A few nights later I get a call from him and he starts asking me for advice on his situation with the girl he was dating at the time. I got him out of a horrible situation and pretty much saved him from any more heart break and bullshit that could come from that relationship. We talked that night and the nights following, I remember never wanting to go to sleep and the smile I constantly had on my face. I remember staying up late as fuck together and reading texts like “let’s go to sleep together tonight” - I lived for those moments. I remember hanging out for the first time late as hell on a Saturday night, being picked up and going to smoke hookah in Ybor and then going home late & trying so hard to keep my eyes open till he got home but ending up falling asleep anyway. I remember waking up the next day only for him to say “I’m picking you up and we’re going to the movies today” and I remember how ungodly happy that made me. I remember all the nights we stayed up talking so late, all the nights he left my house and told me to stay awake & I laid in bed trying so hard to keep my eyes open so that we could talk when he made it home safe. I remember his ex trying to win him back and I remember how happy it made me every time he continued to choose me. When I first met him, I didn’t see us together at all. I had no idea what his intentions were or anything, all I remember is being on the verge of moving to Indiana to live with my grandparents because my situation at home wasn’t the greatest at the time and I wanted to leave… And I remember having that conversation with him and him asking me to please not leave & then telling him that I would do everything in my power to stay here. So I did. Over a year later and there is not a single thing I would change about my decision. I still get nervously excited when I’m about to see him. My eyes still light up when I see his face or hear him open the front door to my house. I still love the way he cuddles up to me and lays on my chest. The way he always has to have our legs intertwined in some weird ass way and somehow it’s the most comfortable thing in the world, every time. All the smiles between kisses. The way even I can feel how much I love him when I look at him so deeply, even though it fucking terrifies me. How he supports me and has my back no matter what and always encourages me to be better. How protective and possessive he is of me, the fact that he likes it to be well known that I’m his girl and he’ll never let anyone come even close from taking that away from him. The way he rolls over mid-sleep and wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer. How he kisses me a million times all over my face. The glow he has and the genuine happiness you can literally feel and see when we’re together. How I’m literally so convinced I never have to worry about getting bored or uninterested because of how strong our bond and our connection is, it’s so incredible. I love the way he looks at me, and smiles at me, and the way he picks on me but we both laugh. I love his hand on my leg in the car whether I’m driving or he is and the way he shakes my thigh sometimes. I love how he loves my curves and the way he kisses on my tattoos. I love how he talks about the future and I’m always included, and I can slowly see “if”s turning into “when”s. I still love cuddling him and just looking up at him. I still love playing with his chin hair and running my fingers along his chest and feeling his arms. I still love when we’re walking and he grabs my hand or puts his arm around me. I still fucking love when we leave each other and not even 5 minutes later I get a “i miss you” text. I still love the “i love you more” fights. I will always love hearing him say “buuuttt baaaabyyyy” in a moderately-whiney voice when I say no to something. I love when he kisses me in the middle of my sentences, especially when I’m pissed off. I love when he kisses me on the forehead or comes up and grabs me from behind. I still love waking up to him, even if it’s just after a nap. I still love talking all day. I still love having him around and I can’t wait until it’s all the time. We may argue and wanna rip each others faces off sometimes, but there is not a goddamn thing in this world that I want more than I want us. I’m forever thankful that we met when we did, and forever thankful that you pursued me and didn’t give up until you had me & that you continue to choose me every single day. It terrifies me, all the things I would do for you, and the amount of love I have for you- but it’s so beautiful and I’m so lucky to love you and be loved by you. I still can’t believe we’ve made it as far as we have because a year ago I would’ve never guessed we’d even be together. We’ve grown so much together and we’ve fallen along the way, and I never wanna know what it’s like to live without you by my side. We’ve gone through so much together, fucking hell, but the fact that we’ve come out on top every single time is what matters most. There is no man, no love, no future that I want more than this; more than you & I’ll fight like hell to keep you when need be. You’ll always be my blessing and I don’t mind loving you for the rest of my life. I’m so happy I have you, thank you for being you and thank you for staying in my life. Most of all, thank you for falling so in love with me and never giving up; I never thought a love like this was possible. I love you till the death of me, Tourre.