It doesn’t make sense to me. From steadily to eventually to indefinitely. These rhymes hold relevancy, forming thoughts into melodies.
“You’re the cutest when you wake up in the morning,” is the first thing I hear next to waking up to his hazel eyes. This isn’t the first time I’ve heard this and that scares me and calms me, both at the same time. This feeling is so new and familar. Half the time, I feel like a pregnant woman going through midlife crisis. The only thing is that.. well, he’s good to me. “And you know that instead of snoring, you just breathe really loudly?” and he proceeds on to bite my shoulder and I laugh because I thought I was the only one who bit people.
He had a mini heartattack this morning because his little sister didn’t come home from Prom until morning. And I could hear his mom and grandmother cooking in the kitchen. It’s his generation of women that raised him to be kind.
One big thank you to each and every one of you who have been there the last month. I know I’ve been acting weird and totally not myself recently but I appreciate everything you guys have done. You may not have known this though I’m sure most of you do, but I’m going through a weird time but it’s nice knowing I have true buds all around me. I’m never the one to let people know what they mean to me so this is my small little way of letting them know.
You guys know who you are, so thank you.
Know your self worth. If you know you deserve better, don’t make yourself worse.
Let those false alarms wake you the fuck up. They happen for a reason. Learn from them.