#crush quote

waiting for someone message you back after you’ve been clinging is intense

I’ve never been a fan of freckles, but wow, the way yours dot your skin like a thousand stars in a clear sky lights up my world.

And no, I’ve never really had a thing for brown eyes but yours have captured me and I never want to escape.

Yes, I said I like straight hair but your tiny curls and waves move so beautifully.

Oh, how every part of you amazes me. How your smile is like a billion fireworks, how your laugh makes me giddy.

Oh, how in love I am with you.

I sat from across the room with my group of friends and you sat on the other side with yours. We usually had our occasional eye contacts to one another. Then she came, she was one among the many that wanted your attention. I sat in silence from the other side of the room, watching her bounce her way into your circle of friends, she noticeably flirted with you as you laughed at her incoherent jokes and comments. Angered burned inside my veins as I continue to look off into the distance as the two of you continued your foreplay. She made a comment that caused you to throw your head back and laugh as she grasped the opportunity to slyly touch you. In the midst of her telling you about her all so interesting trip to Manhattan, your eyes scanned the room for mine. There I was, fuming with rage as we exchanged eye contact from a distance until she called for your attention again. She continued to talk and talk, but I could tell that you were not interested in what she was discussing, but more interested in the jealousness that took over me. I could see it, from the frequent glances and smirks you sent across to me with every phony joke she made. We were not even an item, we had never talked like that before, yet jealousness burned inside of me, and you enjoyed every bit of it.

“I don’t miss you. I just miss the idea of you.”

“We were just too different. I looked for the beauty in love and you looked for the reason in it.”

I see the way you two talk

and I know what’s happening

because it happened to you and me 

a long time ago I was your first choice

Oh can you not see the sparks 

that fly from my chest 

every time I look at you

And somehow it’s sad

how much I still want you

even though you keep

pushing me away

I can smell your scent

wherever I go

but when I think about you

I can’t even remember how your hand felt in mine 

I will be there for you

Hold my hand

and tell me you care for me

put a smile on my face

and tell me I’m beautiful

make me laugh

and make our time together magical

When I look in your eyes

I see a bright future

I see a happy life

a life that I spend next to you

I still remember our first meeting

I was so nervous to sit next to you

I think I forgot how to talk

and then you started the conversation

and suddenly everything was fine

I would do everything

just to have you next to me

all the time

every night

I think I will never be able

to tell you

what I really feel for you

We are all different. Don’t judge, understand instead.

Why does your laugh

Do so much to me.

“I want to know everything about him. The little things, like his favourite food and colour, but I want to know the things no one else knows. I want to know what song makes him feel more than he’s ever felt. I want to know how he got every scar on his perfect body. Why he doesn’t talk to his dad anymore, his goals, his insecurities. I want to memorize all the freckles on his face and every muscle in his back. I want to understand every imperfection and tell him how truly perfect they are. I just want him.”

— i want you so bad (for bt, 08/08/21)

“she wanted to be the one to make him smile. she wanted to feel the purpose in his hands as they explored her body. she wanted to run her fingers through his hair as he fell asleep. she wanted to know about his past and become his future. she wanted to kiss him harder than she had ever kissed anyone before. how come it couldn’t be that easy?”

— parallels pt 2 (1:02 am)

“he wanted to know what her lips would feel like on his. he wanted to tuck her curls behind her ear when they fell in front of her perfect face. he wanted to wrap his arms around her delicate body. he wanted to comfort her when she cried and rub her back. he wanted to play her favourite song and dance around the kitchen. he wanted to here that goddamn laugh for the rest of his life, no matter what it took. he wanted to reach out and have her. how come it couldn’t be that easy?”

— parallels pt 1 (12:54 AM)