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Tonight you took me out to dinner. I forgot you’re going on a week long vacation starting this weekend that I just can’t swing and you don’t seem to want me to go all that bad.

I feel weird.

  • K: I can't climb tomorrow, it'll just send me into a coughing fit.
  • A: Don't be sick anymore girl
  • K: You're dating me at the healthiest point of my life!
  • A: No more hippie fests for you.

I hang out with an old friend who flew home from Montana tonight and my best friend. But I wore your flannel out and instead spent the night missing you. I haven’t seen you in four days and it feels like so much more.

When I got home I couldn’t find a shirt to bed and it struck me. You gave me a shirt of yours on Friday I had forgotten about until that moment. The little things are all I have until Friday nights. I just want to keep you by my side all the time.

All my frustration stems from missing you.

When I can feel a long day beginning in my bones I listen to the bands you sing to me. The ones you put on as we drive on sunny days. You roll the windows down, goosebumps line your arms, you grab my thigh and with your grin begin to yell every word. You drum on my leg to make me experience the moment with you.

Melting my heart even when you’re not here these songs remind me of you, my luck, your kiss, our touch.

There’s just so many things about you. Sometimes I get into these moods where you’re moving to quick for me. I need transitions and time. I become quieter and you instinctively reach for my hand. You always have this silent understanding of where I am in my own head. You pull me back when I’m straying too far. You keep laughter in your front pocket constantly. You keep me as your first priority, always.

Today you drew me a map on how to get to your friends house. It was in purple pen and on a napkin. Your brother in law told me to frame it so we can laugh about it in fifteen years.

I might do just that.

You drove an hour just to visit me at work because you knew I was having a frustrating day.

You’re the best part of my life.

I look forward to the day you buy a house. It’s going to be so exciting. We will create a home for you together. We will mend a house into our place and exist inside it. Someday I want to live with you. I want to be able to go to sleep and wake up next to you no matter what. I want to be able to call you home.

When people ask me how things are going between us I have to catch myself. I fear of bragging to them. You’re perfect in the way you care. You deeply want the best for me on every level and will do whatever you can to ensure my happiness. You keep me your first priority.

When people ask me how we are I say one thing-

"I feel luckier every day to be apart of his life."

And it’s true handsome.

Tonight you took me out to dinner. I forgot you’re going on a week long vacation starting this weekend that I just can’t swing and you don’t seem to want me to go all that bad.

I feel weird.

  • K: I can't climb tomorrow, it'll just send me into a coughing fit.
  • A: Don't be sick anymore girl
  • K: You're dating me at the healthiest point of my life!
  • A: No more hippie fests for you.

I hang out with an old friend who flew home from Montana tonight and my best friend. But I wore your flannel out and instead spent the night missing you. I haven’t seen you in four days and it feels like so much more.

When I got home I couldn’t find a shirt to bed and it struck me. You gave me a shirt of yours on Friday I had forgotten about until that moment. The little things are all I have until Friday nights. I just want to keep you by my side all the time.

All my frustration stems from missing you.

When I can feel a long day beginning in my bones I listen to the bands you sing to me. The ones you put on as we drive on sunny days. You roll the windows down, goosebumps line your arms, you grab my thigh and with your grin begin to yell every word. You drum on my leg to make me experience the moment with you.

Melting my heart even when you’re not here these songs remind me of you, my luck, your kiss, our touch.

There’s just so many things about you. Sometimes I get into these moods where you’re moving to quick for me. I need transitions and time. I become quieter and you instinctively reach for my hand. You always have this silent understanding of where I am in my own head. You pull me back when I’m straying too far. You keep laughter in your front pocket constantly. You keep me as your first priority, always.

Today you drew me a map on how to get to your friends house. It was in purple pen and on a napkin. Your brother in law told me to frame it so we can laugh about it in fifteen years.

I might do just that.

You drove an hour just to visit me at work because you knew I was having a frustrating day.

You’re the best part of my life.

I look forward to the day you buy a house. It’s going to be so exciting. We will create a home for you together. We will mend a house into our place and exist inside it. Someday I want to live with you. I want to be able to go to sleep and wake up next to you no matter what. I want to be able to call you home.

When people ask me how things are going between us I have to catch myself. I fear of bragging to them. You’re perfect in the way you care. You deeply want the best for me on every level and will do whatever you can to ensure my happiness. You keep me your first priority.

When people ask me how we are I say one thing-

"I feel luckier every day to be apart of his life."

And it’s true handsome.

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I'm Kay and this is my photo blog of things I want to share and/or remember in time.

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