{…} I’ve waited a hundred years but I’d wait a million more for you. Nothing prepared me for the privilege of being yours. If I had only felt the warmth within your touch, if I had only seen how you smile when you blush or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough, I would have known what I was living for. Your love is my turning page, only the sweetest words remain. Every kiss is a cursive line, every touch is a redefining phrase. I surrender who I’ve been for who you are. Nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart. If I had only felt how it feels to be yours I would have known what I’ve been living for all along. You’re what I’ve been living for.
Via Confessions Of a Broken Heart .
“Fire and ice, somehow existing together without destroying each other. More proof that I belonged with him.”
