like ive been thinking about this line from that creme brulee brownie recipe for days like literally where is this woman now like how is she doing
Shakespeare:
2019:
Shakespeare:
2019:
Shakespeare:
2019:
Shakespeare:
2019:
Shakespeare:
2019:
The nature of humanity is that every so often someone accidentally invents Shakespeare again
I am hopeless with you. Absolutely hopeless. I have so much love in my hands that I don’t know what to do with it, whether that’s throwing it onto you or running away with it before I’m crushed. Because the way you love me is such a tender experience. The way you hold me like you want me in your arms and the way you laugh when I say something not even remotely funny or even the way you wake up in the morning kissing my back once before snuggling into me. I don’t know what to do, because I’m hopelessly in love with you and my first reaction is to run. I always run away but this is the first time, the very first time someone makes me want to stay.
All I know is I love you. I don’t know how it began but I love you and I want it to stop. You were making coffee and I caught myself thinking “ah I could spend the rest of my life loving you” and I wanted to cry because I’m scared. I’m terrified. I want it to stop, I want to stop these thoughts because I’m beginning to realize how much I think about you and I feel pathetic. But the thing is I can’t stop it, it’s already here. I don’t wanna be alone if it’s with you because if I ever tell people I wanna go home, i just mean to say I wanna go to you.
You’re sleeping soundly right beside me. It’s 8:45am and the morning is rolling in. My skin feels damp from the humidity of summer in September. You’re wearing the bracelet I gave you, and I wonder if every time you look at it, you’ll be reminded of me. The truth is, you feel like home. It all feels like I’ve known you all my life yet just met you a few months ago and it’s so thrilling to learn about you. Yet I’m also terrified because if a day ever comes where I’ll have to let you go, or when things simply don’t work out, I won’t be ready. I won’t ever be ready.
You asked me if I wanted anything to eat as you rolled out of bed, and you’re in the kitchen slicing apples right now. When you come back, I’ll probably eat some of it. It’s just one sliced apple yet I’ll probably think it’s the sweetest thing entering my mouth, and I’ll kiss your lips. Because even if you spend days sharing apples with another, I will have the rosiest cheeks and red dancing in my eyes, a girl falling in love with you all over again.
I’m in your bed right now, I’m warm and you’re holding me really close. The sun’s filtering into your room and a movie’s playing in the background. It isn’t everyday when we get to be on the same bed, your arms around me; one arm under my head, the other wrapped around my waist. It’s peaceful, it’s so insanely peaceful that I don’t want to change a single thing, but minutes will always pass by and minutes turn into hours then into days and soon days become memories. But I love you, I love you so much, and because you will never read this, I’m not scared to admit that I wish I could spend the rest of my life loving every piece of you, and learn every curve, every trigger that’ll make you upset, every mole on your body. you remind me how beautiful loving someone can be, of how scary yet satisfying unconditional love is, and you taught me that. Thank you for knowing how to love me, for being in my life, I wouldn’t have imagined it any other way.
alicecia