I love him. I love every inch of him. There is no warmer skin, no smoother lips, no more delicate fingers than his. He fits me perfectly, tailor made for me. He is the hot coffee of my morning and my soft bed at night - he wakes me up and gives me peace. He silences the world around me and brings me back home. I just love him.
No matter what I’m doing, I think of you. I could be singing, or walking in public, or dreaming. It doesn’t matter, you are always in my thoughts.
That’s why it’s so hard to let you go.
-Tired of thinking of you and only you (via lesbianlarryau)
I tried to forget about us. But our memories are just so hard to let go. Sorry.
And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. We both knew it, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult – we were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay. Try to remember what we had at the beginning.
He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it. When he walked in every woman’s head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself. I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I understood him and I loved him.
I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.
And I still love him. I love him.
-Lana del Rey - National Anthem (via prettyandcreepy)