n. a recurring thought that only seems to strike you late at night-an overdue task, a nagging guilt, a looming and shapeless future-that circles high overhead during the day, that pecks at the back of your mind while you try to sleep, that you can s...
how you love yourself is how you teach others to love you - rupi kaur
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winters in japan had always felt so homey. and as much as i loved those winters, i would've probably never have survived without asahi's warm hugs or late night cuddles.
and it wasn't till one late night that i really realized how much i loved asahi's warm hugs. it was incredibly late at night, and asahi had been wrapped up in layer after layer. i, however, was tightly wrapped up in only a sweater. i was cold, so so cold, but was i about to tell asahi that? no fricken away.
"do you wanna stop and grab some hot chocolate on the way home?" asahi asks quietly, reaching out for my hand. i chuckle, before grabbing his tightly.
"hot chocolate sounds nice," i relay, just shivering at the sounds of something warm.
"are you cold?" he asks warmly, holding out his arms in an attempt to lure me into his warm embrace.
"no, not really. i'm used to the cold atmosphere." i smile, turning to look at him from across my shoulder.
the wind from the city transit picks up, and my goodness does it make asahi look like a modern day god. his hair is down, blowing away in the wind. he's so handsome, so utterly gorgeous. and dear god somebody tell me how i got so lucky? he was so sweet, so kind. he was a sight for sore eyes, thirsty, hungry eyes. eyes that ate him up like it was there very last meal. dear god was i falling in love.
"come here," he announces, opening his coat and outstretching it towards me. i cant help but want to emerge within his tight embrace.
"no, really asahi-" and before i know it not only is my sentence interrupted, but i'm being tightly pulled into asahi. he's so warm. so utterly warm.
"better?" he chuckles, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to my lips.
