The unsuspecting always falls upon you.

noshamenovember:

Old and expired unrequited love notes. That’s what I’m ashamed of.

“Your voice is deep just like the man’s voice in this music you send to me. I’ve heard you sing along to it, but not to me. Sing to me. I’ll gently stroke your cheek as we lie together under the safe covers of my bed. Swim with me in the lake as the sun is setting. Splash the cold water on my face. Refresh me. Let the wind dry us. Lean me against a wall, forehead to forehead. Let’s not talk. Not now. Just breathe into each other. Connect. Dream about me. Wake up and chase me down the stairs outside, into the rain. Sit in an old fashioned bathtub with me and laugh as I wash your hair and accidentally get shampoo in your eye. Dry me off. Take me to a party so we can ditch it and run into the woods instead. Bring a few candles. Stomp your feet in the leaves to the beat of the song we’re listening to. Grab me from behind just enough to scare me. Scream your feelings out with me at the top of your lungs in an open field. Push me down on the carpet and kiss my neck. Let me trace your collarbone as our bodies caress and we embrace the moment. Write me notes. Actually, write me notes that aren’t romantic at all. Be the opposite direction I need in my life, but hold me together at the same time. Make fun of me. Tie my shoes together and laugh when I trip. And when the mood is right, sit outside with me on the cold porch and laugh about how weird love is. Bake a cake with me. Teach me when I don’t understand. Let me film you trying on a million different hats. Make music with me. Make love to me. Try to figure me out, but fail. Hold me in your arms and talk to me about things I don’t care about or understand, but let me hear your heart beat. Let me comfort you when you need it. Let me share my mind with you. Let’s make something together. Take these images of you and I and make them real. Words don’t do them justice.”

i like this one, just a bit too much.