Quotes added on Saturday, April 5 2014
You're
the
only
person
I know
that comes with a life time guarantee
that comes with a life time guarantee
Why do i love her?
The way she grinned at me when i took a glimpse at her beauty.
The way she batted her lashes at me in innocence.
And that way she looked at me-like i was the only person in the world.
The way the bow of her lips curve when the end of her plump lips raise into a smile.
The way her laugh exploded like a thousand fireworks and how great it sounded.
The way she tucked the fallen strands of her dark hair.
The way her voice could never be a cacophony to my ears.
The way she talks to me and she is so wonderful. The way she was the definition of beautiful
and lovely and every single kind of word in the dictionary.
The way she unknowingly always tried to fix me, and guess what?
She did.
Why
do i love him?
It's his wooden curls that ruffle with its lightened lace of brown and gold.
It's his eyes and how i can never desipher whether i should compare them to the skies,
the stars, the ocean, or the Earth.
Either way, they are constantly full of fluourescents that blind me whenever he glimpses at me.
It's his pompous grin that flashes a reflecton of happiness and mirrors
all of the clated emotions that have been missing from me all this time.
It's his voice, and the way it speaks.
It's how he uses it that makes me so delighted and it's the way
he'll always be more vivacious in one day than i ever could be in one year.
It's the way he laughs and how he chuckles and how he makes me squeal and giggle
and how he often threatened to tickle my sides if i didn't hug him.
It's the way he looks at me, and how i wonder if other people wish they could be looked at like that.
It's how he constantly questions for me to be so enveloped in his arms
and how he is always, always, always looking at me with those dumb brown eyes and how he makes me
fall into unknown, uncharted, and unwanted territory between my heart's yes and my mind's no.
It's how he makes me go absolutely crazy over everything he does.
It's how his tounge and its uses are both poison and wine to my heart.
But you know what?
I'm willing to drink both.
It's his wooden curls that ruffle with its lightened lace of brown and gold.
It's his eyes and how i can never desipher whether i should compare them to the skies,
the stars, the ocean, or the Earth.
Either way, they are constantly full of fluourescents that blind me whenever he glimpses at me.
It's his pompous grin that flashes a reflecton of happiness and mirrors
all of the clated emotions that have been missing from me all this time.
It's his voice, and the way it speaks.
It's how he uses it that makes me so delighted and it's the way
he'll always be more vivacious in one day than i ever could be in one year.
It's the way he laughs and how he chuckles and how he makes me squeal and giggle
and how he often threatened to tickle my sides if i didn't hug him.
It's the way he looks at me, and how i wonder if other people wish they could be looked at like that.
It's how he constantly questions for me to be so enveloped in his arms
and how he is always, always, always looking at me with those dumb brown eyes and how he makes me
fall into unknown, uncharted, and unwanted territory between my heart's yes and my mind's no.
It's how he makes me go absolutely crazy over everything he does.
It's how his tounge and its uses are both poison and wine to my heart.
But you know what?
I'm willing to drink both.
Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one
thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts
you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for
granted, even when you know you should never take anything for
granted.
