I’ve read poems and articles and love stories and countless love notes, and I have always thought that love, and I mean true, undeniable love, worked one way. I thought that, if you don’t fall fast and abruptly, it wasn’t true love. True love must rush over in an instant and consume your whole being. It wasn’t until I experienced you, that I realized this wasn’t true love at all, but a mere distraction. A detour from reality. True love happens slowly and precisely. You fall a little more each day. True love is; two years later and finding new things I love about. True love is not a campfire that will subside in the late evening. True love is the whole damn Western Hemisphere erupting into flames.
if you can do this to me and get away with it while holding a dinner conversation then we’re getting married.
this is like … one of my things… to do this to a girl… oomf.. its so hot
this is nothing compared to…heh…
ughhhhhhh someone take notes pls
Wanna have this kind of relationship one day
Hur hur hur
where is this from?