fezaliyra

i just gifted the love of my life lego flowers and her reaction is so beautiful. the excitement in her voice made me blush. I'm glad she liked it :)
          	
          	
          	
          	
          	
          	
          	
          	
          	
          	and this gave me an idea for a story <33

fezaliyra

With a gun in his hand, the tip pointed to the side of his head he spoke to me, his voice hushed but clear enough for me to hear. 
          "One day, my love" he says. " One day you will be the one holding a gun to someone's head." My heart skips a beat and my breathing becoming constant. 
          'Why is he like this?' I ask myself. 
          "I can see it happening." he continues. 
          "What are you-"
          "And I don't want to be on the other end when that happens"

fezaliyra

*as (at the and on the 4th row)
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fezaliyra

There was something in the way that you looked at me. 
          God, it was beautiful. The way his eyes almost close with a thin smile. The way he plays with his long hair when we talk. The way his eyes give me a look when he flirts. The way his smile lines bring me so much joy. 
          The way it was. He loved me that way, and I loved it. I loved him. 
          Loved. Not love. Because you cant love someone anymore when they're gone. You can't love someone if they aren't with you anymore. You can't love someone if they're buried six feet under. You can't love someone if they're not breathing anymore. 
          You just can't.

fezaliyra

on todays episode of "I swear I'm an author" 
          i get a call from the fbi thats tracking me asking why i searched up:
          - where to cut someones leg and make them fall in pain
          - how to use a gun
          - how much it would cost to hire a hitman
          - how to remove fingerprints from a dead body