Every day I wake up next to you, I wake up the happiest girl in the world. I can feel you next to me; the blankets moving with the rise and fall of your chest, I can hear little puffs of air passing through your slightly parted lips. You look so lovely. I always admire how you can look so peaceful and heavenly while you sleep.
And some days you wake up and its almost like your happy to see me, like I Ann the exact person you wanted to see the second you opened your eyes and you reassure me of this thought because you say, “Good morning, beautiful” like you have a thousand times before but it has never once becomes dull to hear. And we go through it day like two people who have never been what we have been through. We are happy with either, happy with this moment.
And sometimes I feel like that’s all I’ll ever need; moments where nothing else in the world matters except for you and me and our love for each other. I’m sure that the breath between our kisses is enough to keep me going forever and the space between our fingers is all there ever will be and we go to bed holding each other, our legs in knots and our faces too close together. And then there are mornings where we wake up and don’t say a word to each other, and we don’t talk all day and we come home and sit in silence or you sit on your phone giving your 100% attention to someone other than me. Maybe I’m selfish because I want to be the last thing you think about at night. Some days it’s like I couldn’t be any less interesting. My skin, aching to be touched by your finger tips, doesn’t. I am gasping for the air between our kisses. My had hands trying to find yours to close the space been us and it doesn’t. The silence is consuming and my mind goes into over drive just thinking every awful thought it can imagine and I get angry. Angry at you because you don’t seen phased by our emptiness. Angry that you can’t feel that I’m hurting but having you the way I want to have your or your ability to ignore my anger. And I cry. And it’s so hard to tell your what I’m feeling because I’m feeling everything all at once. I’m feeling your skin buzz against mine and the static in between. The warmth of your body and the chill of not having you by my side. And sometimes you don’t seem to care that I’m crying. I must be being emotional or something. And it’s days like that that the cat licks my tears away and I just think, “Maybe tomorrow will be better,” I know Im going to wake up the happiest girl in the world…
a peaceful walk in the woods really relaxes me. the fact that I’m dragging a body should be irrelevant.
is this breaking bad
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I LOVE HOW CAS SAYS SOMETHING THAT’S “SO CAS” AND DEAN SAYS SOMETHING THAT’S “SO DEAN”, AND THE TWO JUST SHARE THIS MOMENT WHERE THEY REALIZE HOW MUCH THEY LOVE AND MISS EACH OTHER
AND SAM JUST JUDGES THEM “SO GET THIS: YOU TWO HOMOSEXUALS ARE DEFINITELY DICKING EACH OTHER”
ALSO, I WOULD JUST LIKE TO REMIND EVERYONE THAT BEN EDLUND ONCE DESCRIBED DEAN & CAS’ RELATIONSHIP AS A "LONG-DISTANCE MARRIAGE"
stiles stilinski + plaid, part two