Knowing me I’m usually good with words, I just about always know what to say. Writing was the one thing I had that no one could take away from me, no matter what size I was, what I wore or how I felt, my words were untouchable. But for some painful reason just the idea of you leaves me speechless.
The curves on your lips when you smile,
the little wrinkles around your eyes,
god those beautiful eyes, how I’d **** to look into those brown eyes again.
If only I could find the words to make you see, make you feel a love like ours, to make you understand the reason my heart aches for your touch, your warmth, your pure breathtaking love.
If only you knew.