Ah here we are again. Christmas eve. The eve of one of the most romantic holidays of the year.
And with this holiday comes the usual taunts of, "Hah, spending Christmas alone this year, huh Alex? You just aren't romantic enough."Okay. Lets straighten things out again. I don't want to be in a relationship because people are fake. I love in a different way than most of these flakes, and I don't want to end up hurt or hurting others. Also, I just don't want to. I like flirting. I don't want commitment.
Second,
I want to spend eternity holding your precious face in my clumsy hands. I want to gaze upon your features like one would gaze upon their own reflection in a mirror. I want to seek out every one of your imperfections as I would my own, not to see you as less but to appreciate all your flaws, as they make you the person I've come to love so dearly.
I want to hold your warm body close to mine early in the morning for the rest of our lives. I want to feel your chest rising rhythmically as you sleep, and hear your heavy, even breathing. I want to remember every line and every curve of your relaxed, sleeping, beautiful face; to etch it into my memory would be ideal.
I want to hold your soft hand and intertwine our fingers so the chances of you ever slipping away from me are reduced. I want to fall even more madly in love with you with every passing second.
I want to keep you forever and never let you go.BOOOOI I JUST CAME UP WITH THAT ON THE FLY. HOW'S THAT FOR ROMANTIC? I MAY PREFER LATE NIGHT ARCADE TRIPS TO LONG ROMANTIC WALKS ON THE BEACH BUT DON'T YOU DARE EVER SAY I'M NOT ROMANTIC.
Ahem. As I was saying, I'm alone because I choose to be. So keep your weak insults to yourself, because really, why belittle me about my relationship status when you could be resting with your own lover?
Merry Christmas eve everyone, and as always
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☆Broken Dreams☆
RandomBio book. Just another cliche book about an author who never writes.