Erin Kaye M Palmos

Comfortable

I want us to be comfortable with each each other.

I want us to see each other at our worst and still say I love you.

I want to be able to wrap my arms around you with you not wearing make-up, say that you’re beautiful and actually mean it.

We can sit there, dazed, butterflies rumbling through our tummies, sweaty palms and chap lips and it’ll all be worth it just to be there.

Even if we never see each other as much, just know that everytime I’m with you, it’s my favorite day.

Your bed is pretty comfy to lay on, we don’t need to be in sexy terms.

We can cuddle, lay there and talk, or fall asleep on each other.

I give you little kisses, you give me little of your playful tongue, I give you hickeys even though you’ll get in trouble with your mom, you tickle me, and then I play mad. We make up as if nothing happened.

I want this. I want you. I’ve learned from my past, I’ve learned from my mistakes.

I promise I won’t rush and make big mistakes I’ll regret later.

I just hope this will be different.

I Love You. 

Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone.

Its funny how we set qualifications for the right person while at the back of our minds we know that that person will always be an exception.