as opening my own door,
made me realize how much
all those tiny gestures count.
any encounter, from here on out, between a door and myself,
is going to be accompanied,
with thoughts of you, and how things could’ve been.
that moment when you tell someone you barely know how you want to change yourself, and they respond, “i like how your [whatever it is] looks now” in a way that is so genuine, that you realize other people see (and love) you, even when its hard for you to see (and love) yourself.
there’s no room in this head for the bad thoughts your heart brings.
in case you were wondering: autumn is my jam. #fall #autumn #september #love (Taken with Instagram)
Why is it that when you first realize you love someone, all it does is make you miserable?
and it’s not even my birthday #cupcakes #birthday #gigis #love (Taken with Instagram)
my wonderful supervisor brought in birthday cupcakes! #gigis #birthday #love (Taken with Instagram)
when I think about the qualities I would most like to see in my choice partner of the opposite sex, without fail, regardless of how old I am, where I am, the “chapter” of my life I’m currently staging, and what has happened in the process of getting there, two things are unwavering:
I want someone to hold my hand,
and to kiss me when the moment is -just- right, in the most genuine, and respectful of ways.