In Her Shoes

In Her Shoes

I wonder how it’s like to be loved by you.

To receive “Good Morning Beautiful” texts from you.

To receive “Goodnight Love” texts from you.

To have you hold my hand.

To have you grab me at my waist before I fall.

To have you hug me in theatres.

To have you cuddle me up when nights get cold.

To have you listen to my stories when I have a bad day.

To listen to yours.

To squeeze into your arms when nights get cold.

To lean on your chest in the theatres.

To pull you closer when I’m about to fall.

To hold your hand.

To tell you I miss you before heading to bed.

To tell you you’re the first person I think of when I wake up in the morning.

I wonder how it’s like to love you with all I have.

I wonder what it’s like to be in her shoes.

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The Last Time

The Last Time

Because “The Last Time” is not to tell you about regrets, but to remind you about First Times, and for you to re-live them.

“When was the last time he called you beautiful. When was the first.”

Pretty much in love with Lang Leav’s work.

When was the last time you said I love you? And when was the first?

Soul Mates

Soul Mates

I don’t know how you are so familiar to me – or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before – in another time, a different place – some other existence.

– Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure


As the night crawls in upon us,
we realize
there’s only awhile to dusk.

There’s so much more to do,
but the hours
can’t undo.

So we try to go to bed,
to sleep ahead,
for tomorrow we await.

The sun rises,
we awake.
We finish our work,
thinking the day is made.

But then we crave,
for more we say.
So it goes again,
the routine stays.

– G