#thought of the moment
So thank you for showing up,
Thank you for choosing to love me when I was ready to break-
You didn’t have to.
-I love you too
He(my ex, that is) had ruined The Beatles for me
because everytime I listened to them,
I would just think of him
and how he would play for me.
How he would play(he played guitar very well)
here comes the sun
when I was sad.
I had become content(more like understanding I would have to live with it) with
having that sadness that would
set within me when I heard my favorite band play.
I just figured that, surely,
nothing perfect lasts forever anyways.
Then you came along,
and showed me that
perfect things don’t leave,
they just change.
When I played The Beatles that day in the car(you gave me the aux cord and for some reason, I only wanted to hear their voices sing to me)
and you sang along with every word(your voice is good, really, even if you can’t hear it),
I knew that
you were right for me.
Because you fixed it.
I can listen to them without feeling
like something perfect had been lost.
I can listen to them without
wanting to go back to how things may have been(I had been so sucked into that relationship that I didn’t realize till I met you, that it was a toxic one).
And I can’t thank you enough.
I can’t stress how much it means to me that,
I can listen to the voices who inspired me.
Inspired me to be a musician, to sing.
I can listen to them without
regretting so much I let happen.
You may not dub that car ride very important,
but to me it was a significant shift in my mind
and in my heart.
I just want you to know that
while certain things may still make my heart hurt
in regards to my past,
being with you is slowly fixing that.
and filling all the holes I thought were
too deep to be filled.
Here comes the sun, indeed.
He complimented my eyes today.
“You have very pretty eyes, you know.”
He smiled at me.
I don’t think he fully realized,
how much a simple sentence like that
resonated with me.
You see,
I’ve never been complimented on my eyes.
Not once.
They’re just brown, after all.
And that’s what I told him!
“They’re just brown.”
But he insisted on their beauty.
I turned away because I didn’t want him to see the way I smiled at that.
No one’s ever told me I had pretty eyes before,
so it caught me off guard.
And it still is;
the conversation replaying in the back of my mind.
I keep wondering
if he sees more than just brown,
more than just a color,
when he looks into my eyes.
When he kissed me goodnight though,
he smiled at me,
and I looked into his eyes for a moment,
(they’re also brown)
and I understood.
They aren’t just brown.
Looking into his eyes, I can see him.
Him and who he is.
And that indeed, is a very pretty sight.
I should have told him he had pretty eyes too.
-apr 5 2019
it’s good to be here in tumblr, no toxics—just pure expressed feelings, good photos, relatable post
here, my peace haven ✨
