The thought of my lips touching your skin for the first time brings me to my knees. I never understood how the thought of being with someone could be so compelling, until I imagined how blissful it would be to have you in my arms right this second.
You amaze me in ways that I am still trying to comprehend. I constantly find myself reciting what I’m going to say the next time I see you, despite the fact that my words will fall to a complete mess the moment you walk in.
I want you to know how much sleep I lose over you – and just keep in mind that I hardly count dreaming as slumber. And I never understood Plato’s belief of one searching for their other half, until I realized I’d been subconsciously looking for you my entire life.
Before I met you, my life was like an unmatched jigsaw puzzle. But you somehow managed to make the pieces fit.
With you, hours become minutes, and I’ve gradually developed a loathing towards the concept of time.
There just never seems to be enough of it with you.
It’s a cute little thing though.
I forgot I drew this
but then, I remembered (◡‿◡✿)
Frederik Meijnen by Jasper Abels for Prestage Magazine.