we’re not like the rest of them; you bring me a sort of peace that can only be achieved when i’m sitting outside on the bench, just listening to what is left of nature. and sometimes, while i’m sitting outside, the cold wind will be merciful and bring me just a small whiff of your smell - enough to make me open my eyes and look around, as if a miracle could happen and you were suddenly there. cupping my face with your large, warm hands and kissing me reassuringly on my forehead, telling me that i still have the rest of the week until i can be encompassing in your large frame once again.
you’re more than just my boyfriend - you’re my best friend; you know me like the back of your hand and you go out on my tiresome activities and chores with me and we speak of the future and the past and your favorite artist and we play games in the car where you make me guess who the artist is that you’re playing. and at night you whisper sweet nothings in my ear that make me climb atop your body and kiss the hell out of you until the light rays of sunlight peek through my window.
and then the weekend is over and i’m back to wandering aimlessly to class, thinking of you and our next weekend together and how the dull ache in my heart is only dull.  and your husky laugh is memorized in my head, keeping me going until the end of the week when i jump into your arms once more. 

  1. envivix said: “thinking of your and our next weekend together and how the dull ache in my heart is only dull.” Is your supposed to be you**?
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