Stories & stuff

hi friend, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? how have you been doing? what’s going on in your life?
          
          i hope everything is alright, and since the dm feature got removed, don’t hesitate to reach out to my other socials, i’d love to stay in touch <333

From time to time I think
          that not loving you 
          would be easier
          than missing you 
          while you're not even 
          gone.
          
          Then I remember loving you 
          comes as easy to me 
          as breathing.
          
          So whenever I miss you,
          I'll inhale deeply 
          to remember how simple it is: 
          To love you.

My girl just said: "we've got a whole life together" and I'm chocolate in the sun..

hey how are you?

Thinking about her..

HIII

How do I become a better kisser?
          ;-;
          I'm serious!

(2/2)
          
          I smell the summer and I think of your smile. I watch the tide break unwaveringly at the shore and I recall the depth of your irises in the sunlight. I see a necklace with tiny pearls and I remember the rainbow armband I made you, that has turned white by now because you wear it everyday. I see a heart shape and I think of the way the front strands of your hair fall just like that sometimes. I see pretty ink and I want to write you a letter with it. I walk down the street and I turn to tell you something and get sad when you're not there. I draw our initials onto a rock and throw it into the ocean with the prospect of having a lasting memory of us buried in the waves. I smile knowingly at a young couple, because their love reminds me of the way my dimples show when I think about you. I never knew life could be so exciting before I knew you'd be in it. And maybe you grow and grow tired of me at some point, but I don't think I ever will. My every thought is so laced with your existence that seperating the two would feel like cutting a limb off. I'm significantly too young to know about the type of committment I want to have with you, but I can't fight the desire to still be with you in the way we are now when I take my last breath. Which I'm slowly but surely hoping will happen far, far away from now. I haven't thought of a life past twenty for a long time, but I'm starting to, when you lay next to me. My future is created by the shape of your lips and I don't want your kisses to stop painting in bright, bright colours.
          

(1/2)
          
          It's been almost nine months and I thought the tingle would have stopped by now. But it's still there, whenever I see you, I get so excited my thoughts trip over themselves trying to form coherent sentences. When you're away, I wonder what you're doing and when we talk on the phone I listen to you so intensely that I forget to hear what you say, but rather how you say it and what emotion hides behind every syllable. I walk through a store, I see raspberries and I think of you because they're your favourite food. I see sunflowers and I think of sending you a bouquet because you like them and you're just as pretty. I see clothes and I think of how they'd compliment your body and when I'm searching some for me I wonder if you'd approve until I remember that you like me whatever I wear and regardless if how I look. I see dainty rings and I want to get you one. I see a swallow and I think of coming back to you. I see a piano and I hear you play. I listen to lyrics and I make up things that never happened with you.
          

All the johnlock readers, I published a new chapter, check it out  if you like. 
          
          Scared of all of your opinions ngl.