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i want to tell you;

I don’t want to feel afraid anymore.
I want to tell you how much I love you. In a way it doesn’t seem too big to handle, in a way it doesn’t seem too small to be cast aside, in a way it doesn’t seem like a total joke, in a way it doesn’t seem like it’s just another bundle of words together. But I don’t know how to. How to tell you I love you in the way I would want it to come out. I want to see the anticipation from your face before I can even say these words out. I want to see the smile slowly emerging out from that little face of yours. I want to feel the butterflies in your stomach. I want to know you feel the same way too.

Sometimes I feel “I love you” is too short a phrase for all that to be evident.

It’s kind of fucked up isn’t it? How all of a sudden, someone just wakes up and decides to never talk to you again. No reason. No explanation. No words said. They just leave you hanging like you never meant shit to them, and what hurts the most is how they made it look so easy.

heavenly colours <3

theflightout:

You know those moments…

The ones where, while it’s happening, time both seems to stop and yet speed up to an incredible rate. Where you suddenly are acutely aware of every single one of your senses, yet at the same time you don’t feel anything and it’s like you’re hovering above your own body, not quite there at all.

And when the moment ends you feel stunned. Then you re-live it. Over and over. You replay it in your head and reenact the scenario a million times, examining every single detail. Every glance. Every smile. Every movement. You get that odd feeling inside where your heart tightens up and you feel all warm inside. Your innards all feel like they’re both expanding out of your body, and yet shrinking away.

It aches. You think about the moment over and over and wish nothing more than to revisit it just one more time. Have those feelings again. Be in that moment of pure bliss just once more.

I love and hate those moments.

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