Him: what do you fear most?
Me: being alone.
Him: are you sure? Are you afraid of being alone or feeling lonely?
Me: feeling lonely.
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Him: you don't ever have to feel lonely, you have me.
Happy valentines day, world.
The scent of citrus Dr. Bronners brings me back to you. The way you would shake your hair out from a hair tie. Your hair falling on the nape of your neck, the scent unraveling, traveling towards me, tickling my nose. I remember grabbing a fistful of that hair in my hands as you held me, protecting me from the world.
Sundays meant waking me up in bed to home cooked brunch. The way you giggled and straddled me and whispered my name. I would sit in between your legs, our toes touching. You would gently run your fingers through my hair untangling the knots while I ate and fed you little bites. I'd feel your breasts, softly pressed against my back as you held me and kissed the back of my shoulders.
"What will we do today?" you will ask.
"Nothing. I just want to be tangled in these sheets with you."
I've been really into all genres of trance lately. This has been on repeat for awhile.
I first started blogging on Xanga back in 2001. Over the years I've switched platforms from LiveJournal to Wordpress to Tumblr. I used to spill my thoughts in these little nooks but somewhere down the line (I guess it was when Tumblr launched) I stopped sharing my thoughts and just posted images, articles, etc. Over the past year I've been gearing up to open that old door, sharing my thoughts to the public. So here I am. *waves*