Sex

It starts with the eyes. Eyes can speak for you when your lips cant find the right words. His bedroom eyes did all the talking most of the time. We could be doing nothing but just sitting there but the minute our eyes met, in those very sacred moments, we spoke to each other without words. Our feelings poured out of our eyes without us even having to tell each other. Some eyes you can't read.. But his eyes, those i could read just fine. In our wildest moment, his eyes confessed his feelings for me and it was in that moment that i knew i truly loved him. I had already known i was falling in love with him but that moment warned me that the falling was over and if i continued it could be dangerous. But i liked the danger. It fascinated me. I saw a hint of danger everytime i looked into his immense chocolate eyes. Then comes the touch. There's the touch that sends chills up and down your spine while giving you goosebumps at the same time. I was familiar with that type of touch because anytime he would even lay a finger on me my body would shiver. Then there was the touch that felt warm, the touch that had you feeling fire all over your body as if it was a sign of the sparks  you two had igniting. I felt both chills and fire that day. Next is the hug. The hug that's most important is the one we always wound up giving. The tight hug that lasts for more than ten seconds, the one that you feel so safe in, feeling like you're wrapped in your favorite blanket. The kiss. The sweet, slow, careful kiss. Laying there, wrapped in his muscular and secure arms, you meet his brown eyes, you smile, he smiles as his eyes seem to say "i feel it too", he lowers his head so his forhead touches yours, you peck his lip softly, holding his lips with yours, a few seconds go by, you let his lips go, open your eyes, and once again those deep brown eyes look into yours. You smile, he smiles. Your eyes say "i'm madly in love with you" and his seem to say "i know and i love that you love me". Next, you both commit the sweetest but most risky crime of all. Sex. And to think it all started with one quick glance. 

D.D.

I seriously miss you. I miss you. And only you. Yes, i miss your txts, i miss the way you say my name or how you have that cute nickname for me. I miss the way we used to just lay on my bed and cuddle. Or just sitting in your car saying nothing. I miss your touch. Even though your hands were rough and dry they still felt so amazing and percect on my skin. I miss your dark brown pieces of hair that were left on my pillow when you would leave. I miss your sarcasm. I miss the way you made me feel like i was somewhat special. I miss how crazy our "relationship" was. Nothing great ever comes easy. We had just as many downs as we had ups. Kissing you was like being able to taste all my dreams and feel them all coming true. The rush was just..simply amazing... It felt so unreal and there are truly no words to describe it. I've never been so open and honest with my feelings. With you i let every guard down, i acted absolutley reckless with my heart. Do i regret that? Sometimes. But only on nights like these. Nights where all i can think about is you. Nights when you're the one i want to run to. But deep down i know i lost you last winter break. Christmas day to be exact. The guy i fell in love with is long gone. Maybe i shoul've spoken up sooner. I was just too late. And sometimes in life that becomes the case. It just feels like a sharp knife in my stomach everytime im in my room and i look at my lacrosse stick because i think of the night you said it was "sick". I wanted you. I truly with all my heart wanted you. I wanted the sweet side of you that you would only let me catch a glimse of every once in a while, i wanted the asshole side of you. I wanted the not so innocent side of you. I wanted the funny side of you, all the silly things you would say that only made me laugh so hard and fall ten times harder for you. I wanted the competetive side of you. I wanted the ambitious side of you, you knew exactly what you wanted and that always made you seem even sexier in my eyes. I wanted every side of you and i still do. We've gone through so much together and i really hate that it all might be officially over. In August you showed me that the guy i once fell so hard in love with still might be around somewhere deep down inside of you and i don't want to let him go just yet. I would do anything to be your everything. And i just miss you. And i love you and i hate admitting that. Sound familiar? You've made me say that before and here i am months later saying it again. I wish i could actually tell you all of these things but i just cant. In order for this ever to work i need you to have the same realization i had months ago and the one i still have almost every single day. There isn't a day that goes by where i don't replay all of our memories together over and over in my head. I love you. I loved you once, always have, always will. 

Everything happens for a reason

I guess the worst part about being let down is the fact that in your head everything was perfect. Everything was going to go perfect. But that's when you realize that there's no such thing as perfect. When you look back on the memories and when you realize how happy you felt back then or when you look at an old photograph from around that time and you see a glow in your face or a sparkle in your eye and you look at pictures from the present day and you realize that sparkle is missing and that glow faded. That's when you really start to feel it. That sick feeling in your stomach and that overwhelming feeling in your head. Or how you swear you can really feel your heart breaking into a million little pieces. You start to wonder if there's ever a chance you're going to be that girl again. The one who had the sparkle in her eyes and the warm glow that lit up her enitire face. That's when you start to wonder if there's ever going to be a day where you just cant feel anymore. You cant feel any emotions at all and you're just numb. But what's even scarier is the eerie thought of never being able to shed another tear. Like one day what if you just run out of tears. What if your heart can only break so many times or what if you can only handle so much pain and heartbreak. What if there is seriously nothing going your way and it just gets worse? Are you really gonna make it still? It's the dark thoughts late at night and it's the laying in bed wide awake being scared and feeling your heart beating out of your chest and tasting the salt from your tears as they land on your lips as you try not to sob too loud. But you keep telling yourself "everything happens for a reason" but is that really true?