Please come sooner.
we exchange words through our hips and actions with our lips. as if it could be our only way of communication, as if it would translate all we wanted to say without having to say it at all. and in a way it does, and in a way it must, because i can’t form these scattered letters at the tip of my tongue, and i can’t sing this mess of lyrics my heart wants to have sung. it seems like the only way i can show you how i really feel is by letting our bodies connect in a way i only hope is real.
Its killing me to wait. Especially when I have an organic chem final on wednesday. I just can’t wait to go home! This will be the first christmas in 4 years that I will be spending with my whole family in the bay area! Its so exciting. I have so much to show my canadian boyfriend! LOL all my favorite childhood places and my best friend!
I guess I should continue studying before i get carried away with all this excitement! I hope that everyones holidays are happy and filled with lots of yummy food and the people you love! (:
I start to write the words and always take them back because there are secret things happening between us and I don’t have the means to describe them. There are feelings— innate, secret, important, perfect and lovely— that I cannot even begin to explain. I want to write you novels on the palms of my hands and between my fingers, on the backs of my knees, and behind my ears, and I could use every last word in the dictionary and foreign languages and pictures and colors and none of it would, for one single moment, fully explain the way I feel when I wake up in the morning and remember that you exist. You are worth volumes of written word, and yes, it is simply miraculous that you exist.
Edgar Allan Poe (via kari-shma)
& we still do.