|—||T.B. LaBerge // The Novel of Us (via blissfulbeardsdoitbest)|
Every time I talk to a guy, I always imagine what a life with him would be like. Do all girls do this? It seems only natural. But that distant dream is always shattered by a cacophonous realization that he doesn’t even meet my bare minimum standards. This time is different. This one is rare and wonderful and lovely. I image us (me, Gabriel and you) walking through the woods, all holding hands and laughing. I imagine you reading to me from a CS Lewis or JRR Tolkien book. I imagine the sounds of your guitar filling up the living room as you serenade me. I imagine caressing your hand and staring at a perfectly inky sky alight with thousands of stars. I imagine slow dancing to a silly bluegrass song that I have deemed ours. I imagine falling asleep cradled in your arms. I imagine us. You + me + Gabriel. Perhaps my imagination has run away with me or maybe these are just splendid visions of things to come…..
Everyone keeps saying “Let’s fall in love, make bad choices and die young!” and I’m over here thinking “Let’s talk for a couple months, think about things, make as many good choices as an adult is allowed to have and become old people who kiss each other on the cheek right before eating toast at 5am.”
Please please please!!
All Her life She had wanted to have someone that She could go to, to crawl into the center of and let all of Her secrets rest. She wanted someone that She could love and be loved by. She wanted to stay up late and have deep conversations with. She wanted to play all Her favorite songs with someone until they became their favorite songs.
She wanted to share life with someone, it was that simple. She knew it was coming, it was the waiting that seemed to take the most from Her, but it never kept Her down; She was too strong for that.
T.B. LaBerge // The Novel of Usblissfulbeardsdoitbest)