Stan Your Man ♡ Sill

notebook entry eighteen:

all day today i read my book. birds chirped in recognition of the cover. and every five minutes i'd look up to see you staring back. with a smirk i'd look back down and continue to learn about new birds. until a hand pulled me by my arm and my book shut loudly with a thud. again, against a tree. why was i always the one with my back against a scratchy tree. it wasn't comfortable. lips. lips were the next thing I felt on me. i giggled because you missed and kissed my nose. but you swore you meant to. then hands went around my waist and mine flew up to wrap themselves around your neck. your breath was hot against my own, and time seemed to freeze around us. no more birds chirping, no more worrying if the losers would find us tangled up like this. just lips moving in sync. not in a hurry. but smoothly. and this felt right. this felt like home. did you feel it too?
-sincerely, stan your man ♡