Envelope me in everything you are, take me and hold on tight, let’s shoot to the stars without looking back, let’s run to the furtherest parts of this world and swim to the deepest parts of the next. I want that electric touch to shock me once again, I want that surge of undying love to fill me and never stop. Let’s go lay in the streets until the rain soaks into our skin and we smell like fresh morning dew, I want the charge of energy to take it’s course in my veins and be the only thing fueling me for all the days to come. I want the softest linger of your lips on my forehead as you tenderly wake me up for the morning, I want the curves of your hand to still be molded in my mine through out the day, I want every orifice and pore to suck you in and breathe you through my body all night long.
Thank you for loving me all day, everyday. Thank you for reminding me it may not always be easy but you always have my back when things get hard. Thank you for catching when I fall whether that is literally or figuratively. Thank you for the simple kisses when you want to show me your love. Thank you for listening when I want to rant, cry and scream. Thank you for unnecessary cotton candy and other sweet treats when I am having a terrible day. Thank you for teaching me new things and repeating old lessons. Thank you for random trips and long drives. Thank you for showing me not everything has to be planned that sometimes its funnier to see what things lay ahead. Thank you for teaching me patience. Thank you for teaching me how to be a nicer person even if it was by a bet. Thank you for watching every chick flick and tear jerker I can find. Thank you for always helping even when I know I you can not afford to. Thank you for helping me make our house a home. Thank you for loving kitty with me. Thank you for cooking for at unhealthy times of the night or morning. Thank you for the long night of staying awake with me just so I would not be late for work. Thank you for accepting all the crazy that comes with me. Thank you for never giving up on me.
I know there is about a million other things I could say but maybe I just can’t find the words for them. I love you, Andrew.
alliebekah:
But some days, I truly miss the way things used to be.
I breathtakingly, unmistakably miss everything from what seems forever ago.
There are days when all I want is what I used to have; what I unwillingly let go. There are days still when I want to stay in bed and possibly shed a few tears. But mostly, just stay in my bed and let dreams wash over me as I get lost in sleep and foggy thoughts.
I do not always look back…
But when I do, it is a bittersweet kind of hurt.
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Work, work, work and no alcohol makes my days feel even longer.
:/
So I sit here thinking about all the stupid things I’ve done in my life and realize they all led me up to this point, sitting here next to my boyfriend while he plays final fantasy number 8999 and I blog like a loser.
Have you ever fallen into a routine with someone, whether you are dating them or living together or whatever your case may be you know your routine.
Wake up, roll over and stretch.
Throw my pillow at him to wake him up and remind him we have classes and tell him to get up.
Actually spend an addition 20 minutes in bed after announcing that we should get up.
Then it’s shower, brush teeth, make-up/hair, and out the door with barely 5 minutes to spare.
Go to classes, then lunch, then come home and do homework, cook dinner and chill in the confides of my bedroom with him.
Why do I feel 38 instead of 19? I mean, I don’t mind it one bit but I look around me and everyone is married, with kids…KIDS?!?! their 20 or maybe a few years younger or older and they have kids…
Some are even divorced and I think, wow…I don’t want that to be me, to get married young and then be divorced by 25? 30? And i’m fairly sure I may possibly be able to get one husband but a second would be pushing, I’m quite certain men are not looking for crazies at 30.
On a brighter note…
My friend Allie came into town this past weekend and it was crazy amounts of fun, I forget what it was like to just get up and go. Not worry about a thing, or time or whatever else was around us but just actually hang out and do whatever. It was relaxing. I can’t wait for her to come back down for my birthday(:
mollynicoleee:
‘Hello! My name is Molly and I am perfect.”(:
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