Beautifully crafted sentences
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“What in the flying fuck is going on here?”
This thread made me laugh and I absolutely loved it. Thanks!
This thread made me laugh and I absolutely loved it. Thanks!
When your eyes meet hers, it's the expression on your face, nervous and flustered. But also curious and intrigued.
The uncertainty and possibility of the future looms above your head.
It's the type of flowers you get her on that unforgettable first date.
When you sweep her across the dance floor, it's her dress floating elegantly under the bright lights.
It's the color of your flushed cheeks as you lean in to kiss her.
Her.
Completely new and unknown, like a planet waiting to be discovered and explored.
It's the traces of her lipstick stained on your pillowcase from the night before.
When you first tell her you love her, it's your fast-paced heart skipping beat after beat.
It's the veins pumping blood and life throughout your body. And they might just stop if she didn't say she loved you back.
But lucky you. She does.
It is pure blissful rapture and Cupid's arrows at work.
It is thinking to yourself, "How could I ever be happier than this?"
But when you decide that you're done loving her, that burning fire becomes extinguished.
It's the feeling of guilt in your conscience.
It's the lack of sleep in her puffy tear-stained eyes.
The very ones you fell in love with.
It's t
he quiet rage in her voice as she curses the heavens and wishes she never met you.
It's the sharp sound of her palm straight across your cheek when you tell her she was never going to be enough.
It's the stab of hesitation and doubt you feel when she walks out the door one last time.
It's the blood boiling through your veins when someone else can love her better.
It is anger and frustration and regret with this cruel twist of fate.
The uncertainty and possibility of the future looms above your head.
It's the type of flowers you get her on that unforgettable first date.
When you sweep her across the dance floor, it's her dress floating elegantly under the bright lights.
It's the color of your flushed cheeks as you lean in to kiss her.
Her.
Completely new and unknown, like a planet waiting to be discovered and explored.
It's the traces of her lipstick stained on your pillowcase from the night before.
When you first tell her you love her, it's your fast-paced heart skipping beat after beat.
It's the veins pumping blood and life throughout your body. And they might just stop if she didn't say she loved you back.
But lucky you. She does.
It is pure blissful rapture and Cupid's arrows at work.
It is thinking to yourself, "How could I ever be happier than this?"
But when you decide that you're done loving her, that burning fire becomes extinguished.
It's the feeling of guilt in your conscience.
It's the lack of sleep in her puffy tear-stained eyes.
The very ones you fell in love with.
It's t
he quiet rage in her voice as she curses the heavens and wishes she never met you.
It's the sharp sound of her palm straight across your cheek when you tell her she was never going to be enough.
It's the stab of hesitation and doubt you feel when she walks out the door one last time.
It's the blood boiling through your veins when someone else can love her better.
It is anger and frustration and regret with this cruel twist of fate.
In a few well-chosen words my appreciation of the universe expands. Makes me understand the deep power of words
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