"when I first met you, I never thought you could love a girl like me. I was young, and I thought I was free, and I was reckless. I had long brown hair that never seemed straight enough, and brown eyes that I hated because they were uninteresting, like they had told every story they knew a million times over, and had nothing left to tell. I felt as though I saw the world in grey. But then I saw your brown eyes, and they always made you seem like you knew something nobody else knew, and maybe you did. All I knew was that I was so lost in them, but I wasn’t at all worried about finding my way back. Once I was lost in your eyes, I saw colors. The world was brighter, the world was alive, and I was alive. But I wasn’t just alive, I was living. days went by, weeks, and then months, and I was still lost in those brown eyes. but everyday I woke up inside this home I had built in your heart, and I felt the same way. I didn’t know I loved you right away though, and that’s where I went wrong, I was blind. I didn’t know love was when your laughter shook my bones like thunder, and I didn’t know love was when I thought the stars couldn’t compare to your eyes, because I was young. and when you’re young, you think you’re free, and when you think you’re free, you’re reckless. and holding you was like holding the world in my arms, because you were my world. you were my moon and my stars, and you were the feeling of when your eyes first flutter open in the morning, and you were the feeling of when it rains and the sky is dark and the world is silent and everything and everyone is just there, and people are existing and laughing and crying and loving and the world is content just being. and I was content just being, as long as I could ‘just be’ with you. and I was young, and I thought I was free, and I was in love with a boy who knew everything but said nothing, and I was alive, and I held the world in my arms, but when you’re young, you think you’re free, and when you think you’re free, you’re reckless."
Let me be your:
7am morning fuck before you go to work
Midday text, letting you know that you’re on my mind
5pm cuddle after a long days work
11pm rough fuck as i pound away the frustrations of your day
2am soft whisper in your ear, as i tell you “i love you”