you are too hard to find

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took some time off studying TuT and drew some sterek! :DD wolf cuddles! <3 (wolves are HARD to draw and me being too lazy to find photo references is not helping improving my skills to draw them :’‘D sorry abt that)

anyway, GOOD LUCK TO YOU ALL WITH YOUR EXAMS!! i have my first one tomorrow >-< (the English one!)

Shapely🍑

Summary: Bucky and Steve will never let you know that they’re the heads of your booty’s fanclub.

Authors note: It was so hard to find old timey slang for butt. Like we have so many words now I was surprised lmao.

Warnings: None, Bucky and Steve appreciating that cake


  Your jeans only make it halfway up your thighs before they refuse to budge. You groan.

‘And this was my favorite pair too’

You sigh, before peeling off the jeans and rooting around in your dresser for something that you can wear. You never were the skinniest person, especially when it came to your hips and thighs. But then again you never were exactly bootylicious either. So when you became a SHEILD agent you thought your body would kinda slim down into a  svelte mass of lean, toned muscle like the other female agents.

 Boy were you wrong. 

You gained muscle, and a lot of it too. Every single inch of you had at least some definition and your thighs had bulked up considerably. As for your butt….You sneak a peek at it in the mirror ‘I swear it gets bigger every day’ . Since you had joined the Avengers last year and your training had gotten even more intense you swear your booty had doubled in size. Your body was very… in your face nowadays. Wanda kindly described you as ‘shapely’. You pull out a pair of denim shorts that have some slight stretch to them.

You look at yourself in the mirror sighing. ‘ If I get anymore shapely I’m gonna have to buy an entire new wardrobe.’ 


“Pal, why is ya oatmeal always so…” Steve makes a face “…Soggy?”

Bucky and Steve are sitting eating breakfast, at a table that’s situated slightly back and across from the kitchen, next to an open door. Bucky snorts.

“It’s oatmeal Steve, it’s supposed to be soggy.” Steve rolls his eyes but takes another bite of his oatmeal, making a mental note to make breakfast himself the next morning.

Bucky lets out a soft, low whistle. Steve turns his his head, slowly. He knows what that whistle means. He watches as you enter from the other side of the room, cross the kitchen and start rifling in the cabinets. Or rather he watches your ass cross the kitchen and start rifling in the cupboards. You Steve, and Bucky were pretty good friends. You had surprisingly befriended Bucky first, and then Steve. Bucky had been making a good recovery, but was still kind of shy, except around Steve and Sam, and then you. Your sense of humor and openness kind of disarmed him. The three of you would always hang out, watch movies, and talk about anything and everything. But the one thing that Bucky and Steve would never mention is that they both agreed that you by far had the best body they had ever seen. And they were low-key its fan club. The super soldier’s eyes track you as you gather your cup of tea and cheese danish in one hand and exit the room.

“Now ain’t that a beautiful sight to see in the morning?” Bucky says, smirking and sipping his coffee. 

“Yes,” Steve smirks back “As I always say,the lady is truly blessed.”

“Amen.” Bucky says raising his coffee mug. “I mean have you ever seen such beautiful gams on a dame?”

“No,”  Steve pushes back his bowl of soggy oatmeal and crosses his arms over his chest. A devious grin forms on his face. “But that’s not the only thing that’s beautiful.”

Bucky’s grin widens to epic shit eating proportions. “True, Y/N’s a bit broad in the beam, ain’t she?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

 Your voice coming from behind them nearly stops both super soldier’s hearts. They turn, mouths slack, to find you standing in the doorway behind their table, tea and cheese danish in one hand, the other perched on your hip.

“Ah-um-I-um” Steve splutters, unable to form words. Bucky, on the other hand, decides distraction is the best course of action.

“Y/N! Sugar, sweetheart, you look lovely today. How’s that cheese danish? I heard the weather’s going to be nice , maybe we should go to the park?” He exclaims, red slowly creeping up his neck until his whole face is scarlet. You silently look from Steve to Bucky. ‘Well if they’re not gonna spill, Google will’

You pull out your phone and look at it. “Well looks like I have somewhere to be so I’ll see you boys later.”

You turn, hearing twin goodbye’s being called out after you, with at least one voice cracking in the middle.


You retreat back your room and fire up your laptop. Bucky and Steve were always using obscure old timey slang that no one understood. ‘they better haven’t been throwing shade…’ you shake your head. It seemed like they were talking about something physical about you, and not in a bad way. You feel warm and kind of insecure at the same time. You couldn’t deny that the two super soldiers were very attractive.

You open google and type “gams meaning” into the search engine.


gam

/ɡam/

noun,informal

plural noun: gams

  1. a leg, especially in reference to the shapeliness of a woman’s leg.

A giggle escapes your mouth. ‘oh my’ you think.

You type the next phrase into Google, and click on the phrase dictionary that comes up.


Broad in the beam

Meaning:

Having wide hips or buttocks


You stare at the screen for a moment and then  recall the overheard conversation. Your mouth falls open as you choke out a laugh ‘Oh my god’


Later that day you find Bucky,Steve and Sam sitting outside. You join them, and they all greet you, but you notice Bucky isn’t looking you in the eye and Steve’s ears are pink. Sam doesn’t seem to notice the tension and dives into a story about sweeping a girl off her feet in the local coffee shop.

“…then she gave me her number.”

“That’s great!” Steve says “You gonna take her out soon?”

“Yeah this weekend”

“That is great,” Bucky smiles “What does she look like?” he asks curiously.

“Man she had the cutest laugh, and those dimples…” Sam pauses, smiling to himself. “She had short dark hair, and was so curvy…..like damn.” Everyone chuckles a bit at this, and after the chuckles stop you pipe up.

“Curvy? Sam get with the times, you don’t call women curvy anymore, its called being broad in the beam.” You say and smirk at the two super soldiers. They promptly turn bright red, Bucky choking a little bit. Sam whips his head back and forth between the three of you.

“Am I missing something?” he asks.

 Steve clears his throat, holding out his hands imploringly.

“Y/n, sugar, listen. I can explain”


tags: @stephie-senpai @chamongangae

@iamwarrenspeace
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“So you’re trying to tell me you don’t remember anything? I find that hard to believe.”

“I swear, I remember leaving you and Scarlett to help some chick with a problem or something, and the next thing I know I’m told it’s closing time and I need to leave.”

“Dude, if you don’t want to tell me what you two got up to, it’s fine.”

“Dan, I’m serious. I don’t remember shit, and it’s really freaking me out!”

“So you probably just had too much to drink, then. That’s happened to me a couple of times, you’ll get used to it.”

“Dan!”

anonymous asked:

How about Bree and Roger making up after a fight? Thank you ❤️

Sure! <3 Those of you who have followed my writing for a while know that I am not hugely confident with Bree and Roger - I find Bree’s voice quite hard to capture as a character — luckily there isn’t much talking in this make up scene! ;-) Thanks for reading guys! xxx

The argument had been lingering for a while. Small pointed comments and charged stares had filled their evenings for the last three days. The matter had started simply as a disagreement and escalated in a way that neither of them had been able to anticipate nor catch before they became too entrenched in it, and too full of pride to back down.

Brianna’s nostrils flared as Roger re-arranged the glass she had set before him, just slightly. Not enough to suggest he genuinely wanted it in a different position but enough to let her know that her placement had not been, to his mind, correct.

“Is there a problem?”

“No, I just moved a glass Bree. I dinna see that there needs to be a problem.”

“I didn’t ask if you thought there needed to be a problem, I asked if we already have one.”

Roger’s jaw hardened and Bree’s eyes narrowed. They were locked into a stupid argument about whether or not she could make a bike safe enough for Jem to ride but it was now so far removed from the original point, Bree could hardly remember what set it off.

“Maybe I should stop answering your questions, seeing as the answer I give is so verra seldom…”

“Shut up, Roger.”

Brianna snapped and stomped toward the kitchen. She braced herself against the counter top, her head resting lightly on the cool wood of the window frame.

She heard him a moment before his hands settled on her waist, his footstep lighter than she remembered. When had he developed the instincts of a tracker?

“I hate this.”

His breath was hot against the helix of her ear, the stubble of his beard gently catching a few strands of copper hair that had escaped her loose bun.

“Me too.”

She whispered and with the admission, a great weight of tension left her shoulders.

“How do I fix it, Bree?”

Roger’s chest was pressing against her back, the solid comfort of his presence a reassuring buffer against the upset in their home. She reached back and ran her hand from his thigh to his hip, digging her nails into the toned flesh of his leg. Always a slim man, he was now lithe with muscle from hard work and long days and the flesh beneath his breeks quivered with anticipation of her touch each time she lifted her hand away. Roger’s own hand was working the thong which laced her breeks and as the knot came loose; his teeth grazed the pale skin of her neck.

Bree closed her eyes and pictured the smooth dark hair of his legs rising to greet her fingers as they moved, silky and damp with perspiration from them being pressed so close together, so very, very close…

Roger stilled his fingers and grinned as Brianna arched her back, pressing her backside into him, a small, impatient noise escaping her lips. She tried to turn to face him but he reapplied the exquisite pressure of his fingertip and she froze, obediently.

“Will ye have me now?”

His voice was deeper, thicker than normal. He made a small circular motion and Bree nodded against his shoulder, her nails digging into his thigh hard enough to make his breath hiss through his teeth. Roger had once heard his mother-in-law say that the best way to deal with the Fraser temper was to either fight them, feed them or … take them to bed. He didn’t want to fight with Bree anymore, her silences pierced his heart more than her sharp words and his own callousness was nothing more than a source of shame. He had not tried feeding her but the third option was becoming far more apparent as the right one with every second.

“Will we still be in a quarrel afterwards?”

“That depends on … ah!”

Roger’s palm stung with the impact and the thought of how it might look on her – a single pink mark across an expanse of white – made his knees weak but he forced himself to remain still as his fingers moved in small circles.

“You’ll regret that.”

Bree said levelly but with something close to humour in her voice and Roger grinned despite himself.

“Aye, you’ll no doubt see to it that I have a few marks of my own but I don’t mind that as long as we are agreed that our argument is over. I don’t want to continue it Brianna.”

He felt her relax against him, slowly, carefully, unpicking the thread of her stubborn nature from the necessity of co-existing with him. She didn’t want to fight any more than he did, if she did then he would never have got this far. She was letting him talk her down, allowing him to woo her. Roger was learning a lot about what it meant to be a man in these times but some things were not historical, they were eternal.

“I’m sorry for any insult I caused, Bree.”

It was like turning a key in a worn but perfect lock. She turned to him and their lips met.

“I’m sorry too.”

Roger smiled against her as her arms twined around his neck.

“I like what the mountain air seems to be doing to you.”

She teased, eyes light and playful

“Mountain air? You don’t think I had it in me all along?”

Roger raised his eyebrows as he walked her backwards toward the counter, lifting her beneath the thighs and seating her before him as he began to work the buckskin down her legs.

“Show me.”

Bree grinned, wiggling her feet free and locking them around her husband, drawing him to her and sealing the lid on their fight.

anonymous asked:

Opinion on Libra in Venus?

-Charming but detached

-Want love but it also scares the shit out of you

-Weird blend of romantic but also very diplomatic and objective

-Very caring internally 

-So idealistic and you put everything into your relationships when you’re serious about them

-A fantastic friend to have, fucking hilarious and will set people straight in a way that doesn’t make them feel bad

-Want balanced relationships!!! If you are putting in all of the work it makes you deeply unhappy, as it should– you should be with someone willing to work hard to make you happy 

-Love for you means a lot of communication so be with someone who loves hearing about your day and likes telling you all about themselves, too

-Openness is something you crave and dishonesty will not be tolerated

-More cunning than you appear bitch

-All in all great Venus sign, I hope you find someone who cares as much as you do and is willing to communicate openly and put in the work!  💕

WWII AU ; Regina Daly

*record scratch, freeze frame*

yup, that’s me. you’re probably wondering how i ended up in this situation:

  • grew up in verona with her parents and two sisters. mostly helped around the house/ran frequent errands before the war
  • was caught not too far from the outskirts of one of the earlier bombings of verona. had it not been for someone who had dragged her out of the flames, she may have become a casualty - to this day, she does not know who it was. this has left her hard of hearing in her left ear.
  • joined the rebellion not long after out of necessity
  • was given a pistol and basically she never looked back - some things never change, and regina still loves the feel of a gun in her hand and finds enjoys murder. if you aren’t part of the rebellion, she likely won’t hesitate (she might have taken her time, but there is none to waste now that the war has reached a crescendo)
  • mostly fights for verona the same reason star lord saved the galaxy (because i’m one of the idiots that lives in it)
  • has a normal range of emotions (gasp) but represses them - no need to get attached to things she could so easily lose.
  • had written correspondence with a soldier in england towards the middle of the war. has not heard back in a while. so it goes.
  • won’t ever say no to a drink if you’re offering (does she ever learn???)

connections:

  • Grace & Catherine Daly: [cut from the same cloth] Regina and her sisters have always leaned on one another, especially as wartime conditions roughened. raised in an era where even the more well-off had to be conservative with their means, the sisters were not corrupted by greed and wickedness inhabited the bones of the more… noteworthy historical figures, allowing them to grow closer as they aged.
  • Hector Sawiris: [the savior without a face] she had been trying to get home during the early air strikes, but that soon became an attempt to get anywhere safe. a bomb had landed far enough away not to kill her, yet close enough to catch her in the blast radius and for the fires to begin to swallow her. he’d saved her from what seemed like certain doom at his own risk, but she cannot remember him. Regina knew someone had helped her, but she couldn’t see their face through the smoke and her barely-conscious state.
  • more to be added???

dicks are…. weird. they’re like those weird wobbly things you find in aquarium gift shops, y’know? where you hold it in your hand and you shake it up and down and it just flibble flobbles onto the floor. i imagine they feel the same, too. until they’re hard. then i imagine they feel like those wrist-bands you slap on yourself and it clicks into a circle. except dicks don’t make circles. uNLESS you’re into puppetry of the penis, which in that case i say kudos to you. kudos. to. you. 

anonymous asked:

For anon turning 25 & others: I'm 26 & don't mind saying I'm a dropout. It would have killed me to say that 3 weeks ago. I've been told I'm smart all my life. It was my identity. I was almost done the IB program when undiagnosed mood disorders broke the dam, and me. After near a decade of NEET life, I'm in adult education. It's hard but I see others from my to my parents' age every day, all of us finding and taking chances again. It will never be too late for you & you will never be alone.

This is a beautiful and true message. Thank you. ❤️

anonymous asked:

Hi! I know this is answered in your FAQ, but I could use some clarification: if I feel that I (a cishet woman) am attracted to guys, but that attraction feels uncomfortable or unwanted, does that make me a lesbian? I'm so confused! Anyway, labeling myself as bisexual, or even pansexual, has never felt completely comfortable. I like calling myself a lesbian better. But I've claimed to have crushes on guys my whole life, so is it too late? Help! Thanks :D

Wow, you read my FAQ! :D <3 (I worry that it’s too hard to find.) Happy to clarify further! 

Basically there is some gray area here. Your orientation isn’t something where you can send your spit to a lab and have them sequence your DNA or anything like that. It’s personal, subjective, and impacted by culture. For your case, for example, some women feel like their “attraction” to men, such as it is, is a result of societal pressure and expectations being internalized, but it feels alien to them and not innate. That’s what people mean when they are talking about coercive heteronormativity or compulsive heterosexuality. 

No one is going to force you to identify as bisexual, and it’s never ever too late. People’s orientations do change sometimes, maybe because they naturally have a fluid orientation, or maybe in response to trauma. People’s understandings of their orientations change too. Sometimes you learn something new about yourself, and you want to change your label. That’s fine too! As long as you live, it’s never too late.

If your attraction to guys feels uncomfortable and unwanted, and you prefer to call yourself a lesbian, go for it. You should do that! There’s no time limit, no application process, no permission slip. You are the final and only authority on what your orientation is, so do what is best for you. 

anonymous asked:

Lesly, your art is absolutely amazing!! I was just wondering how you came up with your signature design? As an artist starting out i keep trying to find that one signature that I'll always use, but it's a bit hard. Any advice?

oh well, I think I signed way too many times my own name just trying to get into one that I finally liked lol (not really something I would recommend haha)

I would say just try to make it as simple as possible tho c: 

anonymous asked:

Assalamualaikum. I would like to seek for an advice. One week after my mariage, I found out my wife was deeply in love with another man before we were married. That time she still my fiance. I confessed to her about it and she asked for my forgiveness and forget about it. She said she didnt have feeling anymore for that man. All her love now is for me, her husband. But it was hard for me to accept. I felt cheated. And it was so hard to believe in her anymore. What should I do?

Alikum Salam,

Try to forgive her.. when you find that it is becoming difficult for you to forget what she has done and forgive her for what has happened, try to remind yourself that you have committed some sins too that Allah has forgiven you for and forgotten about. Forgive her for Allah might forgive some of your sins because of this inShaAllah!

Also remember that you both have done Nikah – Allah SWT has destined for you both to spend the rest of your lives together inShaAllah. Nikah creates love and mercy between spouses. Therefore, trust her when she says that she loves no one but you.

And one of His signs is that He has created for you, spouses from amongst yourselves so that you might take comfort in them and He has placed between you, love and mercy. In this there is surely evidence (of the truth) for the people who carefully think. (30: 21)

They (your wives) are a clothing (covering) for you and you too are a clothing (covering) for them. (2: 187)

Lastly, remember that we all make mistakes – big and small. Remember that you may have made mistakes too that if she found out about, she might also find it difficult to trust you - but Allah SWT has covered your faults. Ask Allah SWT for help with regards to this matter and ask Him to help you forget this and move on so that you can lead a happy life with her inShaAllah. Don’t let this hold you back.

anonymous asked:

hey.. it's ok if you keep restarting things! sometimes it's hard to find what you like. trust me, i've had like a million saves on tumblr. but one piece of advice i have is that to find a save you really really enjoy, and perhaps just play that save only. when you have too many, i think it can be kind of difficult to fully pursue each one. that's just my opinion and what works for me, though: do whatever makes you happy! ♥

Thank you so much for this nonny <333 That means so much and I’m so grateful to have your support!!

anonymous asked:

how do you make gifs look so good? i downloaded instagiffer and i made one gif of jack and it looked so small and crap.. and i dont know how to make gifs im just stupid ; -;

I didn’t use instagiffer! I used something on my computer that was just like. a crappy gif capture thingy that surprisingly worked. it was in the google chrome store (since I can only get shit like that with a chromebook) but I can’t remember its name right now :c sure it won’t be too hard to find, though!

anonymous asked:

I do think you're being very disrespectful towards the work done on pm with this "detective operation" you're leading. It wasn't right of them to be rude on their twitters but it isn't right of you to keep pressing on this issue when they have already resolved it, specially when you post assumptions and right afterwards dismiss the accusations. You're doing a very sloppy job and pressing on too hard, it almost seems like you want to sabotage them or something. Just sharing my opinion.

I’m trying not to be as disrespectful but trying to be more fun and light hearted by calling it “detective work” & a “sauce fiesta”.  I want source finding to be associated with something good rather than something negative.  I was being paranoid in the last post, thus why I crossed that out (but still left it up since I don’t like deleting my mistakes) and I apologize for that.

The only reason why I’m leading this detective operation now is because I want to make sure every artist that needs credit has credit, and the PM team and fans don’t have to deal with this again.  Imagine if an artist who PM didn’t realize they took assets from found the game, made a huge stink about it, and then deleted all their free to use stuff from the net all on accident because they assumed PM stole the assets, when all that really happened is that someone else putting them up on a “free to use” site and PM assuming they took them.  That would hurt everyone involved, and isn’t something the fandom wants to go through.  

The more assets we’re able to find, the more PM can use.  A rule of thumb is that if you can’t find the source of something, you shouldn’t use it due to orphan works still being protected by copyright laws (at least in the US, don’t know about Portugal).  The few people who are helping me out on this endeavor have found a good amount (a lot of those are free to use, PM’s in the right!), but we can’t find everything so that’s why I’m asking my followers on here.  Having people in the community work together to keep a game up is better than tearing it apart.  All the sources we’ve found so far are going into a nice little document that’ll be emailed to Astral Shift so they can just do one update instead of 10 little ones as others find them sporadically.  It’s a big game, and must be a pain to reupload files over and over again :v

Just sharing my opinion.

I understand that, and I’m going to give you some advice: this sounds passive aggressive.  While I’m chill with it even if you are being passive aggressive since you think what I’m doing is disrespectful (totally understand), I don’t suggest you use that phrase after an ask like this one.  Someone who isn’t as ok with it as I am might lash out at you, and even on anon I imagine that’d suck :c

you’ve been eyeing this guy at the bar - this guy who keeps darting glances around him and flinching every time someone laughs too hard - he looks so lost, it’s adorable. after drinking your beer, you decide to approach him. he recoils as soon as he sees you coming near him. now that you have him in front of you, you notice with delight that not only he’s adorable, he’s totally your type too.
“how you doin’, angel?”
his eyes widen, and you raise your eyebrow (did you say something wrong?), and then his bottom lip starts trembling.
“how did you find out..” he’s saying, “please, please, please, don’t tell anyone, i still have a mission to accomplish”

Nine Months - Harry Styles Imagine

No piece of mine has never had as much interest surrounding it as this one has, so thank you for expressing your excitement to me. I hope you’ll find it was worth the wait. (Protip: if you’re reading on mobile, ditch the app and read on Safari or Chrome instead, as the app is prone to close on longer pieces of text).

This one is dedicated to @permanentcross, simply because she’s the best. E has listened to me ramble on and on about this story for longer than anyone should have to. She’s the inspiration behind many things beneath the cut, all of which I will leave up to your own interpretation. 

Without further adieu, I present you with Nine Months…

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one more thing i wanted to say about jasper today:

“is it sinking in yet? you never… had a chance…”

this moment. this moment here, when she lets amethyst just… whip her as much as she wants. it’s one i never know how to feel about, because it still feels a little ambiguous. 

jasper says her line seriously. there’s no sardonic humor to it, no fighting back. she just… takes it quietly, as if she genuinely just wants amethyst to get it. 

well, for context’s sake, it may be relevant to note this happened right before:

after that interesting little moment, where amethyst suddenly uses her whip and jasper shows a rare, genuine moment of shock and fear not shown since she saw rose’s shield, she shuts up and plays tough.

she decides to let amethyst wail on her for a while. her following line (bolded above) isn’t really derogatory or attempting to to insult her, like she did before. it’s more “just… accept that you can’t do this”. i think jasper just feels it’s… pointless now. 

jasper believes in the concept of moral destiny - either you’re good, and good things will eventually happen to you if you try hard enough, or you’re evil and weak, and you will only fail and suffer until your inevitable end. she’s always been fighting against what she perceives as her own destiny: she failed in the war she was made for. she can either try to fix it, forever, or give up and be a failure who will never avenge her loved ones or find closure. that’s all she thinks about herself, in the end - rebecca sugar told us she hates herself, and that it’s rooted in her origins on earth. she won’t accept help, because she doesn’t think she deserves it.

it may be psycho-analyzing too hard to say that jasper saw something of either her own failure in amethyst, or perhaps her sisters’ fate (well, at least the ones who died + those whose destiny she doesn’t know), but… one complicated part of jasper is that she simultaneously wants to believe in her own redemption (by homeworld’s standards) and that those who suffer were always destined to. in the end, it’s really about convincing herself that her own traumas were because she deserved it, and that’s how she copes. 

at the same time, she doesn’t really believe in unnecessary suffering… she wants amethyst to understand that, from jasper’s perspective, she shouldn’t even try. you either win or lose in life, and amethyst has already lost… which isn’t what happens, of course. amethyst has friends, and a life outside her fight, so she was always going to be ok. love saved her - steven and peridot’s love, as well as everyone else, which let her find comfort in steven and form smoky quartz. 

but jasper… jasper doesn’t have anyone, and so she lets herself be consumed. all it takes is losing the only thing she’s been living for - the chance to avenge those who died, the chance prove that she’s more than a failure, the chance to consider herself a worthwhile person. so of course she just laughs at herself. she has no one, and she doesn’t think she deserves anyone, either.

maybe her own words are what she’s hearing in her head: “is it sinking in yet? you never had a chance”.

“If people are meant to be, no matter how far they drift, they find their way back”

Maybe it was our time to fall apart, maybe the world saw I was falling too hard, falling too young and it needed to be stopped immediately, or maybe we truly are just not meant to be together.

But I can’t seem to shake the feelings, I can’t seem to shake the memories or the words we said. We were everything that a girl dreams of, maybe I was stupid for dreaming that we could last, maybe I was so in love I ignored every sign pointing me away from you or maybe for once in my life, I’m right. Maybe for once, I know exactly what I’m doing, exactly what I’m talking about.

I don’t believe that two lovers, as strong as us, could just be a lesson in life. I don’t believe that God placed us together to teach us something because the only thing I’ve learnt is that I’m totally madly in love with you.

That’s no lesson to me, I haven’t been taught anything, you haven’t finished your purpose in my life. I believe the lesson you’ll teach is that if people are meant to be, no matter how far they drift, they find their way back.

It’s not over for me, it’s not even close. I can still picture our future, I see it every night in my dreams, so to hell to everyone who says it’s not going to happen. I feel it, in my bones, in my heart, in my gut, I can feel the power of my love for you and I can’t seem to let it go. I’m not staying by choice, my hearts drawn to you.

And maybe I’m wrong, maybe we were meant to fall apart and stay apart, maybe we weren’t right and maybe you have taught me an invisible lesson.

But I’m going to hold onto the idea of me being right, and whatever comes next, good or bad, I’ll take full responsibility for it.

I’m in love with you, and I think you’re still in love with me.