Snippets from My Journals

Hey Stalkers!

I was looking through my journals (writing journal and my personal journals... I'm not specifying which snippets come from where!) and found that I go through a lot of moments where I wrote about moments of love, and I thought, "This would make for an interesting collage for a blog post!" Therefore... ta-da~ For you to enjoy!

Without wax,
lonewriter7

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"... We watched some movies, and he held my hand... I felt so at home. I could seriously do that forever. His hands are so warm, and it just spreads. It goes from my fingers, through my arm, and circulates, ultimately melting my heart."

"... I felt tingly all over, his hands were so cozy, and just spending time talking to him was enough to get me on a high. He's just so special to me, and he makes me feel... special."

"Does this happen with any other guy? No! Why is it only him? Because this is real? I don't know... I said I wouldn't cry over any guy, but he isn't just any guy!"

"'I love you," I whispered.
'I love you, too.'
I shifted uncomfortably, looking down at my sneakers. His hands found mine, and I pulled away slightly, bringing myself to look him in the eye. My voice quivered. 'We can't keep doing this.' He sighed sadly, and broke eye contact.
'I know.'"

"He's my rock. The person I can always count on, and I would practically die if I lost him. My reality would crumble. When I'm strong, he's strong, and when I'm weak, he's my strength. That's what he told me, and I trust him."

"He's there to listen and to comfort me in times when I'm at my worst. He knows me better than anyone. I can trust him. He encourages me to push myself and try new things. He spends time trying to figure me out. He respects me. He makes me feel important in his life, and in my own. He's given me a reason to wake up in the morning. I know where we stand. I can be vulnerable around him, and I still feel safe. I feel like he would protect me, and I feel safe bundled up in his arms. His hugs are so reassuring, and his voice is so calming. His eyes are a shade of blue I could spend hours trying to figure out. His jaw-line is just... wow. He teases me like a sibling, and he's willing to do crazy things with me. I feel pretty around him. I feel confident in myself because of him. He's fun, and knows how the world works. His writing blows me away, and his singing is phenomenal. I could go on for a while, but that's why I love him, in a nutshell."

"He messaged me first!"

"I love it, because even though he knows he has me, he still treats me like he's still trying to win me over. It just... puts a smile on my face."

"It was just him and I... no cares in the world, just the two of us."

"Physical displays of affection should mean something. That's probably the biggest relationship pet peeve I have, when people don't mean anything by a touch of hands, or a kiss on the cheek. If there's nothing behind it, then why do it in the first place?"

"I'm here for you."

"He held my hand and HOLY SHABALABADINGDONG."

"Suddenly, I felt his warm hand hover over my leg, and I felt my breath hitch. My heart started to beat double time, and a smile was firmly planted on my face. He was expressionless, staring at the movie screen as if he was oblivious to my reaction."

"He just sat and held my hand for a while, and that was enough to make my entire day."