And besides all the other worries of mine, at the end of the day, it’s really all I want.
to be able to write something beautiful.
Boy: What did you think of before when you went to sleep at night?
It’s a weird question I never asked anyone. What does one think about to fall asleep or before they do
Girl: if i tell you the truth it will only hurt you more
Boy: you can tell me the truth
Girl i dont think you’ll understand and if you do, I don’t want to know.
Boy: I’m asking a very odd question but I really don’t know what people think about. Does everyone count sheep?
GIrl: sometimes im reading and I don’t want to read anymore because what I read is horrible at night at times, and I don’t like reading it, so I put it away and I turn over to look at you. Just stare at you for a few minutes. Sometimes I light touch/hold your hand in some way when I turn over and you’re sleeping and I look over at you, and my heart just beats so fast because you’re so beautiful to me, and I have these hopes and dreams that I think of all the time.
some involving you, most of the time. I just want to fall asleep in your arms and that’s why I love cuddling in the morning because i hear your heart, beating in time with mine. And sometimes I fall asleep looking at you, before the tablet light goes out because I feel a sense of peace looking at you.
And some nights I just fall asleep imagining a million different dreams.
Boy: you write beautifully and your mind seems to work the same
Girl: I think of my novel all the time and my characters and how life would be so much more different if I could be a writer, even if I wasn’t that popular, just enough to be in print and have a following, and a settle down type approach, a knowing that I will always be in print and I yearn for it so much it hurts because I don’t know what I would do with that type of freedom and yet I believe it’s my happiness.
I think of wild things like if I was published, I would move all the time. I would have a permanent home, but I would move for the summer or for the winter to another country where I don’t know anyone and just explore and write the night away. Like for an example, live in Paris for a few months, all girls have that infatuation with a place, or be in the UK for the spring. And I am afraid when I think at night because I try not to think too much because if I get going, I will not fall asleep and that’s when I just want to get up and write until I exhaust myself. And I’m not “writing” right now, I’m just talking to you, telling you the truth.
But thank you.
Boy: you’re right it does make me feel bad
I mean your writing sounds just like your dreams
they are one in the same
Girl: now that I don’t get it.
Boy: I mean your dreams sound wonderful just like how you write
Ever have something eating you up so viciously inside, that it’s nearly crippling when you take a moment to yourself to actually think about it?
I haven’t in a while.
And now there is. And it sucks.
“How was your day?”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”
You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think."
— (via bl-ossomed)