Close your eyes and imagine the best version of you possible. That’s who you really are, let go of any part of you that doesn’t believe it.
C. Assaad (via ogramada) +
Our Place.
But I tell you, one day our kitchen will hold the stories we cook today. And that living room will testify the intensity in your walk when you drag your feet to kiss me. Maybe the steam in our bathroom could spell the passion of your naked body against the heat of my skin. I’ll write welcome on our sheets when your heavy eyelids beg for closure and I’ll make my arms a home for your tired spine while my fingers run marathons through the work of art that you call body. I want to build nirvana out of four white walls and a mattress on the floor. Painting every inch of space with the ripping memory of once fantasizing this crude reality. Even when the money is lacking, your flaming words will burst the light we can’t afford. And every night before you sleep, when the mirror robs me of your presence I will get to be the lucky one to see your bare face and feel your dancing lips flirting with mine while we make of sleeping a national holiday. So someday I will build this place for no longer my love fits inside my head.
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