I fell for his contacts and his brace corrected smile. I fell for his steeze and style and the dip in his step. I fell for the crowd he blended into and his intimidating demeanor. then I got to know him.
“It’s official. I’m in love with summer. I love her smile, I love her hair, I love her knees, I love how she licks her lips before she talks, I love her heart-shaped birthmark on her neck, I love the way she sleeps.”—Tom, 500 Days of Summer
got up early, didn’t miss the bus, got to school, drowsy in math, gym outside was a bitch, only went to french for my lovalove chloemendozaa, went home at lunch, slept for days.. these are what most days are like, can’t wait for this year to be overr.
So I wrote a love letter, maxed cheese.. hope y'like (:
My Dearest John,
I wake consumed with thoughts of you. I relive the moments we last spent together, drowning in the deep blue of your eyes. Your passion and my passion colliding together, in that moment, we were infinite. Our desire led to ecstasy with the intensity of the moon and your shirt turning to flowers in my fist. I buried all my secrets in your skin which you will hold ‘till we’re together next. Now we are what seems like galaxies apart and your eyes are now eclipses where I used to shine. My imagination can only conceive a portion of your semblance as you’re reading this letter. The thought already shatters my heart to hundreds of thousands of fragments. I’m torn between distance and desire. Though the musing of you and I reuniting, better than ever, I’m in love all over again.