So this is what I woke up to today. Shortly after this picture was taken my face was attacked. With kisses. #dog (Taken with instagram)
I have that inside out stomach kind of sad feeling.
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That heart-in-your-mouth marbles-in-your-eyes goodbye-at-the-airport “I’m never going to see him again” feeling.
The one that sticks to you like the smell of chopped onions and makes you cry just about as much too.
I have the scene of him walking into the terminal with his bags on repeat in my head, thinking of what I could have done differently that would have made him stay, wondering why I didn’t hug him longer. Norway is so fucking far away.
Um. #dog (Taken with instagram)
Best. Place. Ever. (Taken with instagram)
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WHAT DO YOU MEAN THOM IS NOT A WORD
I could kiss those lips everyday for the rest of my life and never tire of them.
I could stroke the fine golden hair on your head until the last strand turned grey and fell out.
I could stare into your blue eyes with their flecks of copper and gold until they closed for the last time and the fire in them went out.
You’re the kind of man I’ve been looking for. You’ve made me feel like I can stop looking because no one will be as good as you.
Maybe this is what love at first sight is like.
Just maybe.
FUCK I’m really sad
I didn’t expect to be so sad about this.
:( distance seems like such an unconquerable obstacle. I feel like a bond can’t stretch that far without breaking with a terrible sort of finality.
To reach out and touch a person. To open your eyes in the morning and see him smiling in his sleep. How can this be done when he’ll be so far away? :(
I’ve been upset that I let this happen, that I let myself become emotionally invested in someone who lives more than 5000 miles away and has a life that I probably have no place in. I didn’t mean for it to be this way. I didn’t want it to mean this much.
But it always means more than its supposed to. Always.
Ive been sad. But I’d rather be sad now than spend the rest of my life not knowing that a man like that exists.
When I was a young girl I wondered how a man should hold me. I imagined our bodies would nest together, he’d have one arm beneath my head and the other would be gently, lovingly cupping my breast. I tried this theory on for size, nestling into my pillows with one hand on my chest. It felt about right. I confess, I still sleep like this most nights.
I finally met a man who held me the way I imagined as a girl. I didn’t even need to ask. We just fell together, in exactly the way I had dreamed. We don’t even speak the same language. He’s from another continent where the nights are long and always cold. But we met, by chance or by luck or by fate, and he somehow knew exactly how to hold me. I’ve never felt more at home in a man’s arms before, I’ve never felt so perfectly safe and warm and at ease. Maybe it means nothing, but good god I hope he didn’t come into my life knowing me and my wants the way I thought only I could for no reason.
Everything happens for a reason. Right?
I have this terrible habit of following my heart.
Oh god noooo :( This. :( :( :(
Just don’t get on that plane. I’ll hold you in my arms and we can run away.
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