I want you. I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you…

what I’m too afraid to say - h0pefulkid-withaninkedupheart (via perfect)

(via perfect)

Missing you is the strangest experience I have ever had. Most of the time, I can go through the motions of my everyday with only minimal intrusion from the lack of your physical presence. But then I am chopping peppers in the kitchen and I am crushed by the waves of sadness that swell in the absence of your hand from my lower back.

I can still feel the outline of your shoulder blades on my fingertips, and the softness of your lips as they find my neck. No matter where I am physically, I am always back in North Carolina, tangled up with you.