Five hours left and we’ll be entering a new chapter. A new story to be unfold.
This year has been a difficult one for both of us; misunderstandings, yellings, curses, and emotional breakdowns.
You’ve been too far away from me and all I ever want to do is to hold you closer.
We’ll cuddle beside the clock, we’ll wait for it to strike at 12 and together anticipate the same fireworks we’ve been watching for the past years.
Together, we’ll paint our 2011 sky and kiss those hopeless 2010 memories goodbye.
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Saturday morning. The taste of beer and vodka that we drowned ourselves last night still lingers in my mouth. With eyes closed, I turned myself over to the right side of our bed. My eyes took a glimpse of her as they lazily open their lids.
Her brown highlights that ran down through her hair shined as if a pair of spotlights were focused down to her. She squinted to see what made her woke up.
I sensed that she also had that aftertaste of liquor from the way she smiled. I moved closer and kissed her. Not minding any of that alcohol taste, she kissed back. Holding her nape, I brushed my fingers that are still with remains of a cigarette smell through her lustrous morning hair.
Her sweet passionate kiss was all I ever needed that morning. And her that I will always hold on to.
I would not like it to happen if one day I’ll turn myself over towards her side and all I’ll ever see is a pillow and a blank space.
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