one shots ❯ joshler

dear diary.

Dear diary,

today I dreamt of him.

But something was wrong in my fantasy: you see, he was smiling, but his jaw ached, and his lips were pressed together.  He told me he couldn't see my face and pleaded me to turn off the light, but I was acting, I couldn't answer without uttering a line of my imaginary script, so he walked away, and everything went dark, then black.

My body decided to wake up. Outside, the sun was slipping past the horizon line, and between two palm trees curving gently to the ground, lying on a hammock, oh, dear diary, I saw him.

He was looking at the sea, I believe. There was something soothing about hearing the noise of the waves crashing and the wind coming together, the dying lights of the day silhouetting his slim fit, his salty hair curling in the worst ways - consequences of falling in bed together in all the possible ways.

I'm in love with you,

I told him, because it was true.

Hearing my voice, he turned his eyes on me, the most chocolatiest of browns, and sweet like honey, soft like a feather.

He smiled, saying nothing, because he knew.

And as I touch him, oh, I'm still not sure if I've ever woken up.

excuse me for this, i don't know where this came from but hope u semi-enjoyed it. another chapter's coming ur way supa soon!! xo