some moments are naïve hearts;
they are truth or dare games, they are clandestine confessions, they are squealing in empty hallways, they are starbucks drinks, they are aesthetic pictures of starbucks drinks, they are stealing hoodies, they are cravings for ice cream, they are inside jokes with friends, they are memories that warm your heart.
some moments are racing hearts;
they are the seconds that draw out before your lips meet, they are the adrenaline coursing through your veins, they are fluttering eyelashes, they are entangled fingers, they are shared breaths, they are passion, they are sparks, they are electricity, they are fire.
some moments are hushed hearts;
they are the long hours you spend on the beach, they are hands meeting softly, they are splashes of water, they are swimming contests, they are sandcastles and sea shells, they are wicker baskets and pitchers of minty lemonade, they are the sand through your fingers, they are salty waves through your toes, they are enchanting poetic sunsets, they are the feeling of your feet being embraced by sand as you stand at the shore, they are the horizon, they are floating on the water.
some moments are content hearts;
they are curling up with good books, they are beanies on your head and scarves around your neck and hands in your hands keeping you warm, they are christmas trees, they are presents under christmas trees, they are hot chocolate mugs, they are bonfires, they are roasted marshmellows, they are aromatic oils, they are fireplaces and blankets, they are houses that feel like homes.
some moments are heavy hearts;
they are teary eyes, they are clutching fingers, they are graduation ceremonies and scrolls, they are weddings and white dresses, they are funerals and black dresses, they are hospital beds, they are airports, they are goodnights.
