• 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 ✨ •
She was never good at being the center of attention, although for one reason or another she ends up being so.
Perhaps it's her laugh, so distinctive that it makes the wind shudder. And she loves it. And I love it too.
There are people who will never know of her existence, which is why I cherish the wealth of knowing she's mine. I treasure every morning the value of her words, a soft 'Good morning', a heartfelt ‘have a good day’, murmuring while she's still half asleep. And when she's the one who leaves, I make sure not to let her go without a kiss, the kind that lingers all day. I don't intend for it to last a lifetime, because I will refresh that feeling again and again, between the bed-sheets or in broad daylight.
She is one of those people who enjoys making others laugh, even while she is still rebuilding herself inside. I take pride in recognizing every effort in her attitude, and every step in her progress.
Because when it comes to resilience, no one can surpass her. And yes, I love that about her.
She understands that nothing comes without effort and that, if today hasn’t been great, tomorrow will compensate with something better. She never goes to bed with a frown, reminding herself that everything happens for a reason - and the lessons may be bitter, but welcomed.
And she smiles at me, despite everything, she smiles at me.
My world stops at that very second and I can't help but gently bite her bare shoulder. Delicately, but with desire, because having her close to me feels like a fatal attraction. A guaranteed ending. A war without a winner, as we will both end up defeated inbetween caresses and bitten pillows.
She is pleasure, she is sex; it's like fucking pure intelligence, and I love making love to her.
She is affection, she is strength. She is support, and independence. She is desire and she is willingness.
Because she is one of those people who leaves a mark, not a scar. She knows how to be present without needing to be there. She gives me the reassurance that, no matter what happens, or how much time goes by, I can always count on her distinctive laugh.
She's not innocent, she's kind. And no, she's not foolish. She taught me that the truth is worth more, no matter how painful, because with a lie I can lose her. She taught me to forgive, to let go, and to know when to stay.
It is knowing that, if this were to end tomorrow, she will not erase the good memories out of resentment. And me? I just couldn’t, even if I wanted to.
I love that, too.
Transcripted from my original Spanish text, written in 2017 💜
#writting #love #inspiration
