I’m one of those people who likes the little things, like holding hands. It’s so simple and yet so fulfilling. Whether it’s walking around, to driving in the car, or even when you’re laying down together. When your fingers are just interlocked and one of you squeezes a little tighter. Or when they slowly run their thumb up and down the side of your fingers. For something so small and insignificant, it can leave chills throughout your whole body for hours.
"I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that were concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was. I think that’s why she struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed."
you are my peach, you are my plum. you are my earth, you are my sun. i love your fingers, i love your toes, the back of your head, the tip of your nose. and you are the reason I’m smiling when there is nothing to smile about. yeah, you are the reason I’m smiling when there is nothing to smile about.