...fucks you up....
* * *
pretty dresses....
make-up 24/7
fancy restaurants...
nice car...
'trying to be nice' conversations....
silence that feels awkward...
boy that is cute
girl that is pretty
expensive presents
certain amount of hours spent together...
certain amount of texts a day...
you friends think you look good together
all the things that love is not...
love is...
over-sized shirts (because you look better in his shirt) ;)
the fact that he thinks you are even more beautiful without make-up
watching movies in bed and eating ice-creams
silence that is feels right....
endless conversations...
boy that loves girl....
girl that loves boy....
CD that you found, which was just £9.99, but it's OK because he will treasure it....
unhealthy amount of time spent together....
and crazy amount of texts that get you two through the day
it's a lot of tears and hugs....
a lot of disappointment...and laughs....
it's a lot of hot chocolate and white sheets...
a lot of mornings and nights...
a lot of midnights and afternoons....
it's happy 'yes' and angry 'no'
it's time...and no time...
it's running...and slowing down....
it's singing and keeping quiet....
it's sun ray on your skin and shadows under eyes...
it's when the world stops....
or is it?
believe it or not....but this exists.....
IT DOES.
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