loveistheword

[loveistheword]

I haven't had such a hard time writing about someone in so long.

Maybe it's because we are still getting to know each other.

Maybe the lack of a label,

maybe the distance.

Or maybe it's because it's you.

maybe it's because when I say "cute",

I mean when you smile, your eyes smile too,

they crinkle up and every part of your face brightens up.

Maybe it's because I tell you "you're so far",

I mean I long to hold you,

I long to hold your face with both my hands,

to pull you close and never let go.

As far as promises go, I usually hate making them,

but if you were to give me your heart,

I promise I would keep it close and safe cause it's yours.

We're still figuring this out.

So happy birthday to you.

You that's made this a complicated mess.

You that's turned all rationality upside down for me.

But we're still figuring this out...

But nothing changes the fact that;

I have adored every moment of getting to know you,

even the ones where you've made me cry.

And if we never find the right label,

That’s okay.

Because in my heart I will know,

that it isn't the label that made it special,

but you.

So here's to you.

all I can say is I'm glad for today...

because today gave me the chance to get to know you.

But we're still figuring this out.

So, I'll keep it small and say "Happy Birthday".

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When love finds you again, I wish for you that is kind, gentle, loving, peaceful and tranquil. May it make you smile again, laugh often, dance like no one’s watching, and support your true self without condition.

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His pretty doe eyes.

Now how do I explain how his eyes made me feel...

His pretty eyes that smiled whenever his lips did. His beautiful brown eyes that held the whole world in them. His captivating eyes with so much depth yet so much innocence that they couldn't lie in any which way. His loving eyes that never judged, only listened. His kind doe eyes that never understood how pure he is for this world.

You could read his life through his eyes... they never held grudges, nor did they carry any agenda.

While they warned to not wear a heart on a sleeve, he unapologetically wore his in his eyes.

His eyes that make me feel enough. His eyes that make me feel whole. His eyes that look like home.

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May you never again get attached to anyone who isn’t for you. May you find a love that makes you laugh, never lets the honeymoon phase end, and gives you unquestionable loyalty. Someone who cherishes your childlike playfulness AND your old soul—a love you never have to heal from.

[loveistheword]

the calmness is an exterior to hide how much the chaos has engulfed someone.

check on your friends.

[loveistheword]

Its been 7 years since I created this account. I started this account because I wanted an outlet for my thoughts, soon adventures began which brought in a lot of lessons and a lot of heartbreaks. The pages of this acc started being filled with the trauma and lack of love. Even today neither do I love any of the words I've typed here ever so dearly, nor do I want to relive them. I am just glad that, unlike many things, this acc has stayed a constant. That it is the one outlet of my emotions I can always count on to be here.

Cheers.

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The day I find the love I have been longing for, I will delete this profile.

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when...

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"how does it feel to be loved by him?"

so how does it feel to be loved by him?

He’s so different with you. He doesn’t shush your enthusiasm or your big energy. He doesn’t shake his head at your jokes but laughs at them. He doesn’t forget to say hi to you when you’re in the room.

I can’t say I know him all that well.

He’s cute, he seems sweet, he seems goofy, he seems like the guy who listens…

Seems…

cause it's only everything that I know about him.

He seems to be concentrating when his eyebrows become stiff. He seems to fidget with his fingers when he’s nervous. He seems to have a habit of keeping his hands in his pockets when standing.

All of these I saw from standing across from him.

There is so much I would love to listen about while sitting next to him.

Like the songs he listens to when he feels low, what drink he craves when he thinks about his childhood, which book was his favorite or the ice cream flavor he likes the most.

Seems… is where I stop and where you begin.

[loveistheword]

#please.

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you make me feel: warm and giddy. heard and understood. special and spoiled. loved and protected. safe and happy. I am falling for you, my adorable dork <3.

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They do look cute together. Her grace and his aura.

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"The avocado toast kind of love."

An avocado toast kind of love. A love that fills your tummy just right. A love that can have different layers depending on the mood. Whether it be spicy, thrilling chili flakes, warm, rich eggs, or even tangy, fresh lemon juice. A love that is instant and filling even when it is plain, predictable, and mundane, even without those extra elements attempting to add depth or intensity. A love you rarely ever crave because you have the comfort of having the liberty to always experience it. Don't worry honey, it's okay if you don't like avocados. I could make you some pesto instead and the narrative would still remain the same: "our love".

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You are the reason my standards are too high. ♡

You, who gave me your jacket when I was cold. You, who opens the door for me every time, you, the guy who removes my shoes before I go to sleep after a night out. The guy who covers my drink when I hand it to you to hold for a moment, the guy who asks me "Have you eaten yet?". The guy who sends me songs that remind him of me, the guy who bought me pads during my periods. The guy who gives me head pats when he praises me, the guy who never separates from a hug first. The guy who remembers my drink order, the guy who messes my hair lovingly while calling me cute, the guy who looks for me from time to time when we're at a club. The guy who picks up my calls in 4 rings, the guy who offers me my favorite food when I'm feeling down. The guy who has my birthday memorized, the guy who buys me plushies and bags because he knows how much I love them. The guy who listens intently when I talk about home and my culture, the guy who cheers me on and supports me. The guy who picks me up so I can grab something from the high kitchen shelf, the guy who cooks for me. The guy who makes me laugh, the guy who cried for me and with me. The guy who went out in the rain to buy me boba, the guy who made a playlist of the songs that reminds him of me. The guy who plans trips for us, the guy who is protective over me.

The guy who is one of my best friends.

The guy who wants me to stay happy.

You, you are the reason my standards are so high.