Love Is Like A Flame: It May Not Burn Forever, But While It Burns, It Burns The Brightest...

There was something about her that caught his attention.

She wasn’t particularly pretty, smart or stylish.

But to him, she was seasoned to his liking: a smooth blend of wit, confidence, with just a pinch of raw sugar.

She found him talented, intelligible, and his sense of humor was as dry as gin.
He exuded a refreshing innocence that she eagerly embraced.

Whether he was talking back or just talking smack, it kept the corners of her mouth from turning down and she was happy.

Their union, however awkward, never felt more perfectly fitted than as when they were together.

All rules of time and logic did not apply as these two love birds scurried through the night.

As winter turned to spring, spring turned into summer, summer turned to fall, and fall inevitably turned back into winter, the days fell shorter and so was their time spent together.

Soon their moments turned into memories, and the memories that kept them going, faded away.

They were never meant for forever, but they were meant.

And that’s more than we can all hope for.

To my boyfriend

At classes, walking home, washing the dishes, while reading or listening to music, brushing my teeth, but mostly when my eyes open and right before I go to sleep.
In the most unlikeliest of places do I wonder where you are, what you’re doing, how you’re feeling, if you’ve eaten and wishing you a smile from miles away.
You are the first and last thought I have each day.

You win...

...missing you