my favorite place to be is my head on your chest and your arms wrapped around me, squeezing me so hard i feel your arms tighten like they may burst. your heart beats heavy and quickly, like a pattern. a pattern so beautiful i want to listen for hours. i wouldn’t know what to do if that pattern stopped. never leave.
Honestly like it’s crazy when you are in a relationship and then you meet someone who isn’t bad looking and would totally be your type in other circumstances but everything they do just appalls you because they aren’t the person you are in love with. Like I don’t even look at other people anymore because if they aren’t you, I don’t care.