Beauty

I see only beauty in the ones I love. I see their smiles, admire the way the light falls on them. I appreciate their form, their smells, their hugs.

Every time I look at them, they only get more beautiful. Their wrinkles disappear, their eye bags, their love handles, all so inconsequential. I see their souls, their joys and their disappointments.

Sometimes I wonder, do I notice the same things as everyone else, or do I see more? It’s like a movie scene, where time slows down and I revel in the presence of the ones I’m with. The ones I hold dear.

I’m such a sappy lovefool, but I cherish these things, like photos in my mind, little gifs even. I wonder if everyone takes time to look at the ones they love and form some memories of them. Something they can keep forever.

Beauty

Dreamhouse

I’m moving next week, which is AWESOME news. But in the future, when I do get my own place, it will look like this + a cat (or 2).

Bare, lots of white, with a dark kitchen and a little nook of cushions – to do things like read, watch movies and make sweet love. And I really prefer the light wood / cement floors over the darker floors. Can’t wait till I’m rich enough and living on my own – something so far fetched, I don’t even know how it’s going to happen.

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Dreamhouse