What frustrates me with being an "out of sight, out of mind" person is that people tend to love suggesting notepads, diaries, apps, lists, anything that you can write reminders in. But my kind of "out of sight, out of mind" extends to that as well. Truly. If it is not in my sight, it is not in my mind. And you know what happens when you close a book or an app? It is not longer in sight.
“Lonely people have enthusiasms which cannot always be explained. When something strikes them as funny, the intensity and length of their laughter mirrors the depth of their loneliness, and they are capable of laughing like hyenas. When something touches their emotions, it runs through them… awakening feelings that gather into great armies.”
sleepy sex with your lover, lots of kissing and closeness, holding each other, skin feeling so warm and soft that. feeling each other all over until you’re both too sleepy to think, falling asleep under the covers in each others’ arms
oh, to be the owner of a small bookshop on a cobblestone street with roses climbing the front of the building, where books are stacked about in piles and there’s always coffee brewing and a sleepy shop dog lifts his head at the sound of the door’s bell and thumps his tail against the hardwood
he does things subconsciously, at times. an arm cast in front of you when he has to brake unexpectedly while driving, to keep you from lurching forward. a hand on the small of your back, guiding you through a crowded place, letting you know he’s got you.
then there are things he does intentionally. stepping in front of you if his brother or someone else is trying to start something with him. he doesn’t want you to get caught in the metaphorical crossfire. guiding you to another room or spot altogether if it escalates. if he can help it, he doesn’t want you around anything like that.
he makes you feel safer than you ever have before, and you know he’ll always look out for you.