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I amI am.
Feeding off your breath against my skin;
I'm sighing with each fall of your lungs,
catching every droplet in suspense and allowing myself to be ---
what I am.
Hanging on your every word;
I'm watching the vowels float around me ,
watching them slide from the tip of your tongue as I'm hearing the silk butter of your voice melt into my ears.
I'm glowing with promises and I'm blushing at your whispers.
Watching my life come together;
I'm gazing into the entirety of our future with just one look in your eyes.
I'm synchronising with every beat of your heart and I'm allowing myself to be what ---
I am love
I am in love.
Candles and LightersShe couldn't focus on the page in front of her, the tears threatening to fall from her eyes stopped her sight. She held back a whimper, refusing to let the people around her see the pain she felt. Her eyes tried to slide toward the desk to her left but she wouldn't let them. Yet somehow, like always they ended up over there anyways.
A tear fell from her eyes even as she tried to blink it away. His last sketch still graced the tabletop the fanciful creature staring at her with wide, innocent eyes. Her strength failed her; she stood, her movements harsh, and rushed out the room. A classroom of eyes followed her exit.
She dashed from the brick building, sprinting to her truck and climbing into the front seat. She allowed her head to rest on the steering wheel, tears cascading down her pale cheeks. Blonde hair fell down her back in waves, her cerulean eyes usually gleamed in the sunlight, and her skin was normally a rosy peach; yet, at that moment, she had never felt more useless, un
Life With Jack Frost Chapter 7Life With Jack Frost
You and Jack got back at your house and he's still not talking to you because of what happened earlier. He lay down on the couch with his arms crossed while his staff is on his chest. You stood in front of him and watched but he's not looking back at you.
You sat on the floor while your arms are resting on the edge of the sofa while staring at the young guardian. You shook your head and tried to touch his white-silver hair but he avoided it.
"Aw…. What's wrong?" You said, joking him around. He still doesn't look at you and still has this cute angry face all over his face.
"You're no fun…" you said copying his line.
He glared at you while shaking his head and turned his back on you. While walking away from the young guardian, you saw a paper bag that you carry earlier when you went shopping. You peeked at the young guardian to see if he's looking but fortunately, he's not. You checked the things inside the bag and your lips twisted into a ra
Life With Jack Frost Chapter 8Life With Jack Frost
You woke up earlier than your alarm clock and noticed Jack's arms around your waist while he's sleeping beside you. You grinned while cuddling the young guardian's pale cold hands.
You glanced at the time and you saw its fifteen minutes before your alarm will turn on.
You stood up gently trying not to wake Jack and turned off the alarm.
You prepared yourself for school and when you're done, you saw the paper bag from yesterday and completely forgotten to give something to the young guardian.
Looking in the bag, you brought out a brand new simple cell phone for Jack to use. You put it on your side table and stick a note onto it. You hurriedly brushed your hair and grabbed your bag before leaving. You looked at the young guardian for the last time with a smile and closed the door gently.
"A winter spirit with a cellphone?" You muttered and giggled after, "Why not?" you said joyfully and walked to school.
Jack woke up and when he's moving his hand around the
Parenting for Sex AddictsThe half-day.
We are not those folks that need an occasion to try. And that’s what they call it, too. Trying. As if the very idea of it is taxing. It’s not taxing and we are not those people.
No. We do not go by some magical calendar. Schedules aren’t really our thing in general. That’d be too organized. Too stuffy. Too… I don’t know… too planned. And we’re not the type of people whom plan.
If we could—plan—our lives would be much different. I think. It’s hard to say because this is how we’ve always been.
Our very togetherness is a result of impulse. I’m almost certain that the amount of time it took us to decide to move in together was significantly shorter than the amount of time it took us to remember each other’s names. We might have had our first conversation moments after that first… what I mean to say is we didn’t plan. Because planning would have been much t
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