#love prose

[fiercethorns]

i didn't fall in love; i sprinted toward you with a deliberate intention to embrace every part of you. falling implies chance, but loving you was a conscious choice, a journey pursued with open arms. it's a declaration that my love for you isn't a mere accident; it's a purposeful and unregrettable pursuit.

— @fiercethorns

“sprinting in love”

[judas-redeemed]

THE WORLD IS ENDING by judas h.

[heartofmuse]

I need to dream of you but I also need to feel you, taste you, hear you. I need your presence as much as I need your absence. It is both that let me sigh, that fill with stars my eyes, that weave poems into my hands. 

e.v.e.

[khwxbeeda]

two days ago, if someone had inquired about my favourite colour, I would have answered sea blue without even thinking about it.

yesterday, however, when my sister asked me, "tai, what's your favourite colour?" i immediately said, "purple."

specifically, royal purple.

i did not say that two days ago you had playfully swiped royal purple paint on my cheek when we were painting the banner for the college fest, mischief lighting up your pretty face. i did not say that i had retaliated, and that both of us had ended up on the floor in a fetal position, stomachs aching with laughter and tears running down our purple-stained faces.

i did not say that you looked celestial, with a smudge of that brilliant colour right on the edge of your bottom lip and cheek covered in three streaks of purple by my hand. i did not say that the way you smiled at me— brown eyes bright, brown hair matted with purple paint and pink lips pulled back to show slightly crooked white teeth— had my heart jumping from my chest to my throat. i did not say that i imagined cupping your cheeks with my purple hands and pulling you into a kiss, soft and gentle and loving.

i entirely avoided explaining to my curious little sister why my favourite colour had changed overnight.

but if anyone asks, my favourite colour is purple.

specifically, royal purple.

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[ardent-reflections]

"When my eyes meet his gaze as we're sitting here staring at each other, time stops. Those eyes are piercing mine, and I can swear at this moment he senses the real me. The one without the attitude, without the façade."

Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry.

[dilcetto]

I won’t say “I love you” first. Never. I won’t allow myself to do that.

I said those words before, and I said them first.

I remember what joy I felt, slowly pronouncing those sweet words. The happy relief and excitement I experienced the moment the sound of my own voice hit my ears.

I was sincere. I was vulnerable.

However instant regret fell on me, when I realised that … they didn’t feel the same way as I did.

Not even close. Not even a little bit.

They said those words back to me as a social obligation. As if they sneezed and I said “bless you”, so they’d have to say thank you.

To be polite.

They didn’t hold the same value of those sacred words as I did.

Or unless they did, but those words from their lips weren’t meant for me.

The did love my love to them. They loved my “good morning” and “good night” texts that I sent every single day like I’d die if I didn’t send them. They loved how my face was lifting every time I saw them. They loved how I cared for them. Listened to them. Worried about them, so sometimes they’d play a victim just to get my attention and sympathy.

They loved how they made me feel. How my mood was dependent on their mood. How a simple act of affection from them would send me to the moon.

I got tired of that. I got tired of being stuck in this unfair transaction.

I deserve to be loved. Genuinely. Passionately. As if they can’t imagine their life without me.

Because I know that I can give the same.

Yes, I won’t say “I love you” first.

I will wait until the right person wins me over. I will wait until I am secure to say those words. Until I am sure that they deserve to be loved by me.

When the right person comes, I will finally say those words. And I promise will keep saying them as long as they say them to me. Forever.

[somethingrewritten]

"We don't just 'move on.' We cannot simply untangle the sewn-together edges of our lives and call it a clean break, a clean cut. We remember the people who have touched our lives in pieces. We remember them in sunsets, in our favorite songs or the songs that we immediately skip when they sneak up on us on the radio. In the restaurant we would only visit on Thursday nights but no longer go to at all. In the way that autumn arrives suddenly with a chill but now without the borrowed jacket hanging over our shoulders to lessen it. In every new memory we create without their presence to accompany it, and likewise, in the immediate dull urge to tell them about it. Sometimes we move on while people are still in our lives, and other times we never move on despite them being undeniably out of it. But no matter when it happens, or in what way, it rarely passes quickly. Invariably, it's a slow burn. One that we find ourselves lighting with gasoline to accelerate it; the warmth of another lover, or the cool touch of solitude and comfort of memories that only live behind our eyes. So, you see, there is nothing simple about moving on. Because the task itself asks us to bury something we once loved. Something we once clung to with a white-knuckled grip. So don't just move on, move through it, move with it, move forward from it. Because if life suggested you leave something so valuable behind, there must be better things ahead."

[4s1na]

when I look at him, I feel like a small kid who's staring at the moon knowing that you’d never get to make it yours but still chooses to admire it every day.

[kyvl]

Bug baby

Please be mine

Linger on the soft smoke of my breath

Liquid desire bleeds from the lip

Kiss this disgusting thing

Heal my sacred self with your clever tongue

9/29/23

[misscrappy]

Hug me like the night holds the moon.

[fraglance]

[darkcottoncandy]

The thing is people are so busy trying to find their 'perfect love' that they end up losing their 'true love'. Love doesn't come with the most beautiful eyes or the most attractive nose or body. It comes sometimes in the most normal eyes, a crooked nose and not so perfect teeth.

Love doesn't come only if someone looks appealing to you,it comes when someone feels like home to you. When their absence drives you crazy and their presence brings you peace. Love comes in the most unexpected way but we sometimes ignore it because it doesn't seem the way we thought it would be. We question it, we try to talk us out of it, we try to shut it out but still from somewhere it peeks right inside our heart and gently takes it place. And then suddenly that slightly crooked nose feels perfect and those normal eyes become the only pair of eyes that can light up your whole life.

Looks are temporary but how a person makes you feel is something that is permanent. If they love you for your craziness, for your smiles, for your passion, for your dreams, for your demons and for everything that holds you together. That's perfect love.

[tinta-y-cometas]

Se detiene el tiempo cuando te veo caminar.

Alexander Alay.

[heartofmuse]

His silences are beautiful, you know? They are colorful, full of fresh breeze, and dew that plays on the petals of the roses. Most people don't understand them, but I like to decipher them. When loving, silence is where he likes to hide the verses of his heart.

e.v.e.

[khwxbeeda]

I Dream Of Such A Love

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I dream of a love that is gentle. I dream of a love where words of affection are whispered into each other's ears and soft kisses are pressed to each other's skin.

I dream of a passionate love. I dream of a love where we scream and yell our love for the world to see, where we celebrate us loudly and proudly.

I dream of a safe love. A love where we can cry and laugh and talk, where we can share our deepest secrets without fear of them being exposed to the world.

I dream of a love that is happy. I dream of a love where the sight of each other lights up our day and the sound of each other's voice has us smiling till our cheeks hurt.

I dream of love a lot.

I hope my dreams come true.

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[ardent-reflections]

For I don't know how to be silent when my heart is talking.

Fyodor Dostoevsky