I want this too. I want all of it. I want the pointless bickering, the long walks, the late night phone calls, the good morning texts. I want cute pictures with you, to hold your hand, to make food for you, to call you my dear. The joking, the wrestling, the fights, the long how I feel messages after we made up. I want to be one of those inseperable bestfriend couples that people are like “You are still together?”. That’s what I want. With you.
— (via jimmyeatcreepers)
You never truly know love until you experience it with every sense.. You smell love when you have your face pressed against his chest as you’re falling asleep.. He smells like him and all you know is that that scent is home. You touch love when you first bump into him at school or at the mall.. On the street or at a concert.. That one touch that you never forget, and neither does the rest of your body. That touch brings chills, brings a smile, brings red to the cheeks, and brings a skip to the heart. You see love when you finally learn what looking into another persons’ eyes truly means. For when you look at his eyes, you get lost in his soul, as he is digging down into yours.. Burying his secrets and passions and desires into the very core of your being, all with simply just a seemingly never ending gaze at one another. You taste love as your lips press against his for the first time.. And starve for it, ache for and crave that taste for every moment after. And finally, you hear love his voice. Every off key song, every blundered compliment, and every whispered goodnight.. they all too become home for you. He becomes home for you.. Love becomes home for you. And you’ll never appreciate that home, until it breaks you. Love will become home, but only after you give up on seeing it as a perfect fairy tail.. Only after you lose perfection, can it be redefined as true, and appreciated for all it’s now “perfect” impurities.
— (via ecrawlings23)