Last night when I was taking my girlfriend home she fell asleep about five minutes from her house. She had the most serene look on her face and her head was tilted in the cutest way. She looked absolutely adorable. I know, I know, I say that everything about her is way too cute, but really and truly she is the epitome of adorable. I am missing her bunches today. I don’t think she knows just how much I enjoy the time I get to spend with her, even when our eyes are closed and our minds are silent. I crave weekends because I know for two days in a row I get lost. For two whole days I’m barely reminded of the nagging stress in the back of my head. For two whole days I feel a complete and sincere love emanate from everything around me. And for two whole days I feel home. There really is no greater feeling than that as far as I’m convinced.
The next 72 hours matter more.
Nicole, I'm twenty and currently living in Canada. I'm fond of girls, green tea, books & reading, spoken word poetry, brand new notebooks, ASL, the night sky, knitting, nostalgia, driving fast, musicals, vanilla brown sugar scented candles, beliefs, French, the ebb & flow of life, floral print, oceans, astrology, hidden freckles, silent conversations, braille, big baggy sweaters, making crafts, dandelions, and travelling.
