My eyes trail from his hand to the tattoo written in small script across his forearm. Hopeless.
But I’m not falling in love with her piece by piece anymore. I’m in love with the whole girl. Every single piece of her.
Your heart is so beautiful and someday someone is going to love that heart like it deserves to be loved.
I kiss her every way I can possibly kiss her, because I plan on loving her every way I can possibly love her. Every single time we refused to cave in to our feelings in the past makes this kiss completely worth the sacrifices.
I’m pretty sure my addiction to reading has just reached a whole new level.
I love how you aren’t weird and awkward, despite the fact that you’ve been severely cut off from socialization to the point where you make the Amish look trendy.
What you want to do tonight? I read Daniel’s text and respond. Sorry. Plans. WTF, puss flap!? No! Me. You. Plans. Can’t. Pretty sure I have a date. Sky? Yep. Can I come? Nope. Can I be your date next Saturday, then? Sure, babe. Can’t wait, sugar.
Layken Cooper, I love you. I’ve loved you since the second I laid eyes on you and I haven’t stopped loving you for a second since.
Nothing in my life has ever felt so good yet hurt so achingly bad.
I don’t want her to feel nothing when I kiss her. I want her to feel everything.
My sweet is that me and Kel are finally brothers. My suck is that I now know what Will and Layken did during their honeymoon.
I want to tell you exactly how I feel but there isn’t a single goddamned word in the entire dictionary that can describe this point between liking you and loving you, but I need that word. I need it because I need you to hear me say it.
I want you to hear me love you.
I want you to remember who you are, despite the bad things that are happening to you. Because those bad things aren’t you. They are just things that happen to you. You need to accept that who you are and the things that happen you, are not one and the same.
Lust is the best of all the deadly sins.
Hurts to see you everyday Cupid shuts his eyes and shot me twice Smell your perfume on my bed Thoughts of you invade my head Truths are written, never said And if I can’t be yours now I’ll wait here on this ground Till you come, till you take me away Maybe someday Maybe someday.
Time has completely stopped, and all I’m thinking about while we kiss is how this is what saves people. Moments like these with people like her are what make all the sufferings worth it.
There will never be a maybe someday.
To me, lyrics are harder to write when you have to invent the feelings behind them. That’s when lyrics take a lot of thought, when they aren’t genuine.
Kisses like his should come with a warning label. They can’t be good for the heart.