A reminder of how it should be, when it can be.

A reminder that when it isn’t, because it can’t be, then it should still always remain the love story to which you intend.

Snippet: Because how exciting is it to wake up to someone every morning? How amazing is it to roll over and curl into someone? How gorgeous is it to wake up and find that you are looking at someone you really really like, whose not your mum?

I need a heat wave and a sandstorm where I can’t breathe, can’t see, and my only anchor is the man to which I am holding. That’s the intensity I want, and this is definitely the intensity which jives with my head and heart. I am not good unless I am inside of an extreme.

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