Saturday, 24 March 2012


He loves me,  he really does - he tells me unabashedly

He says i'm beautiful - i don't think he realises that when i smile in response to that it's because he chose the word beautiful over pretty, cute, gorgeous - beautiful conveys such deeper meaning

He draws things out of me that have been long hidden, buried, forgotten.

I miss his heartbeat under my ears, his fingers searing my skin in ways he never realised.

I ache to show him, in many blush-worthy ways, better ways than my words can, just what i think and how i feel.

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