Diary Entry #1
[b][size=16pt](PG) WARNINGS: ONE SUGGESTIVE BIT AND THAT'S IT
[font=courier]dear diary,
i fall in love all over again when i look into his eyes.
there's just something pulling me toward him. there's just something in my heart that says "he's the one you will cherish."
his eyes are a hazel blue, my favorite color of blue. maybe the color is why i fall all over again. or maybe it's how everytime i look at him, i can see the love he has for me in his beautiful eyes.
the moment we're parted, i immediately miss him. i miss his scent, i miss his touch, i miss all of him. when we're reunited, we can't let go of each other in fear the other will disappear.
our favorite pastime is cuddling. some may say foreplay is our favourite thing to do, but we always make time to cuddle. we feel close. he can play with my hair, hold me close, and protect me. i can hear his heartbeat, go to sleep, and feel safe. he's always there when i need him, even if he isn't here physically.
he reminds me constantly of why i love him. he's so caring, and thoughtful. he constantly asks if i'm okay, or if what we're doing is okay, or if i'm comfortable. he's so goofy and smart. he loves to act silly and make others (and me) laugh, and he loves to tell me all about the ocean, or about censorship in literature as i go to sleep (he even reads to me sometimes to help me fall asleep when i'm having trouble).
maybe one day i'll know why i keep falling in love all over again with him.
(maybe i truly love him. maybe that's why.)
--- [[color=white]k]enneth dr[a]ge cla[r]e r[a]vn
[b][size=16pt](PG) WARNINGS: ONE SUGGESTIVE BIT AND THAT'S IT
[font=courier]dear diary,
i fall in love all over again when i look into his eyes.
there's just something pulling me toward him. there's just something in my heart that says "he's the one you will cherish."
his eyes are a hazel blue, my favorite color of blue. maybe the color is why i fall all over again. or maybe it's how everytime i look at him, i can see the love he has for me in his beautiful eyes.
the moment we're parted, i immediately miss him. i miss his scent, i miss his touch, i miss all of him. when we're reunited, we can't let go of each other in fear the other will disappear.
our favorite pastime is cuddling. some may say foreplay is our favourite thing to do, but we always make time to cuddle. we feel close. he can play with my hair, hold me close, and protect me. i can hear his heartbeat, go to sleep, and feel safe. he's always there when i need him, even if he isn't here physically.
he reminds me constantly of why i love him. he's so caring, and thoughtful. he constantly asks if i'm okay, or if what we're doing is okay, or if i'm comfortable. he's so goofy and smart. he loves to act silly and make others (and me) laugh, and he loves to tell me all about the ocean, or about censorship in literature as i go to sleep (he even reads to me sometimes to help me fall asleep when i'm having trouble).
maybe one day i'll know why i keep falling in love all over again with him.
(maybe i truly love him. maybe that's why.)
--- [[color=white]k]enneth dr[a]ge cla[r]e r[a]vn