I want me back. I want the love we shared. The memories that were created. The endless moments we’d stare into each other’s eyes and realize that in this moment we were each other’s fulfillment of need. I want those moments where our hands were so pressed together an iron couldn’t do a better job. The feeling I’d get in my heart when I see you paced faster than a horse race. The way you prepped yourself up before we’d meet. Looking your very best, as you always do. When we’d hug sometimes your scent remains and I do everything in my will to keep it. At times I catch myself still reading old messages just to catch a glimpse of that old feeling again, but it’s never the same. It was never the same without you. None of it.
The temperament to which Art appeals … is the temperament of receptivity.
Don’t worry, I won’t be bothering you anymore. I won’t be knocking on your door. I won’t try to explain the love I have for you because a love like this can’t be. I won’t try to let you hear me out because in these texts I’ve screamed. I won’t make a scene I see it as it is now. I won’t try again because I see how you are now. You revealed who you are now. Glad to have seen this side of you. It gives me strength not to knock on your door anymore. I won’t be calling you because your number isn’t stored anymore. I won’t do petty things to your close friends to get attention from you. I won’t listen to those songs anymore. I won’t let myself cry for you anymore. I won’t look up to the sky for you anymore. I won’t blame God and wonder why for you anymore. I won’t do what I used to anymore. Because I’m no longer use to you anymore.
I love when a lady takes pride in her appearance.
The way she makes it look so effortless. The trials she’s been through but the smile she wears is better than her makeup.
If you wanted to know if I cried? If my stomach felt like it was tied in never ending knots. If my head was spinning as if I’ve been drinking. If through each day and night it’s you that I am thinking about. That I craved to be with you like you were part of a daily essential. That in my head I painted scenarios of you and I. That I might be insane because how out of all these million and billions of thoughts you either started or ended in them. That my heart felt as if it was thrown into the shredder and my eyes pierced with glass because all I can do was weep. I was blind because you were all I can see. That I became miserable. That I tried to find you in people or things but it was never enough. That no matter what great substitution a drug, a object, another person can be it still couldn’t add up to you. That I prayed for me and you. That I prayed that somehow you knew. That my veins were tied to you and the blood flowing through them flew for you. That looking at you was like looking into another universe because of how magnified I was by your beauty. That only as time passed my heart grew and grew. That I was always looking for you. That it was always you. I did cry, it was only you.
Where do I begin to describe you? Ahh, so many million and billions of thoughts all about one person. Just looking at you makes all the difference. I am finding myself falling for you harder than I fell for you when we first crossed paths. Surely, this was a path I never knew existed. Every day I question “Have I ever felt such a way?” Do I have a fundamental understanding of what this feeling is? I am bewildered by the magnificence of your beauty and jealous of those who see you, wishing that every moment that can be me. Something about you I can’t ignore.
Theres just this quality you have
That makes me want you even more. A quality that can’t be pin pointed you aren’t easy to figure out. Maybe its the way you dont even have to try. You’re just yourself and nothing less. All the guys want to be your ‘best friend’, and all the girls you seem to impress. You are the kind of girl a guy dreams about. Looking at your radiant smile, I was blessed. My feelings blushed on my cheeks. God had postulated the first law of love. Never have I been this crushed, at first sight your amorous bronzed figured drew me. I want to be what you are looking for. You give me new meaning. You are my new reason. You are what my smiles are about. The beautiful and radiant skin on you outshines the sheen of a diamond. So beautiful you are. You deserve all you strive for. Your grind and consistency turns me on. The eye in fashion you possess. The drive you have that is endless. Humorous but also about business. You are the reason for Women Crush Wednesday. Lady? yes you are. New definition of dope and class.
What has me filled with joy at 3:03am is the fact that the person I’m going to be with exists. Right now I am jittery like a kid at a candy store on the thought of the person. How they may look, laugh, grin, snort, eat, kiss, hug, smell, and literally every emotion.
Something about her I can’t crack. I can’t seem to know what she’s into. She’s full of surprises. Her beauty makes other girls jealous and every man left hungry. Looking at her is like staring at art, thousands of emotions flaring from within; just from one human being. She’s so mysterious. You never know what to expect from her other than greatness. What ever she touches turns into gold, royal princess. She walks around with an invisible crown on her head knowing her worth. Her beauty is as fierce than a lions roar. The sparkle from her eyes, so clear I can see my reflection. Her presence is enough to make anyone happy, as that’s what royals do. She is truly royal in her ways. You can tell from whom she dodges her father taught her well, her eyes are only attracted to a man. Independent she is and surely she has her own. Vibrant color on her skin, smoothness of her face, and class in her attire, is enough to stop and start a heartbeat. Deadly, she is. She is the girl of dreams.
Being a virgin doesn’t make you more or less desirable.
I love how she doesn’t have to use her body to be appealing. It’s the story in her eyes that draws interest and makes you want to know all there is to know about her.
I’m thinking of you. When ever you run across my mind I like to think of your smile, a heart warming smile a breath taking laugh and a cute gal. You make me nervous. I feel as if all has to be perfect for you are worthy. You’re what joy and happiness means mixed with sexy. The personality you carry can win over a million hearts. You are so true in all you do. There are no other questions than why aren’t all girls like you?