He smelled like mud, borrowed cologne, quick showers, sweat, and mondays. but you You smelled like bonfires, fresh laundry, the drive in, and corn fields. You smelled like home.
A letter to my love
252,088 miles to the moon. I love you every one there. I love you every one back. Real slow.
Please stop questioning yourself. The simplest of actions are magnificent simply because they are done by you. I have never been so entirely infatuated with a single individual so I apologize if I don't always hold to confidence you've grown accustomed to. But dammit you're the best things that has ever happened to me and I'll be damned if I don't do everything that I can to keep you.
I used to turn on the fan when i would get hot, instead of moving away from you. But now that you're gone I lay there and sweat trying to remember how it felt to have your arms around me
You asked me what I wanted.
I want road trips to nowhere and coffee at 3am. I want loud music and pie first thing in the morning. I want waking up at 4pm your arms wrapped around me, even though you've been awake for awhile. I want to hear all about your childhood and what you like in your tea if it's tuesday. I want you. just you. only you. I love you. Come back to me