tiny little turn ons:
- people leaning against walls with one shoulder while they talk
- catching somebody turning away smiling at a joke you made
- people who linger on a hug for just a second after you let go
- somebody glancing at your lips while you’re talking
I can’t wait to met you and spend a little of eternity here, we have on earth. Maybe we’ve glanced at each other or walked past each other, heck even had a brief conversation, but I can’t wait to slowly fall for each other and fall asleep together, travel together, wait for each other, and learn together. Regardless if we meet when we’re in our thirties or next year, just know that you are the love of my life and I’ve gone through hell and back to realize you are what I’ve hoped for.
In the near future I can see us living in a New York town house in Manhattan leaving the city on weekends to our mini cottage house to get away and fly home during the holidays.
I’ll cook for you and probably burn dinner and make a dessert to make up for it. We’ll sip tea and sit outside on the balcony and watch the rain while you read and while I write.
I can’t wait xoxo