[ Rosie Pig ]
I was happy. Then I wasn’t. Fuck.
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And I looked at him, really looked at him.– - What is it about him? - (EC)
Him in his most natural state.
With the sun coming in through the window behind him, catching fire to his lashes, setting alight his eyes.
Him just sitting there, slumped and tired and thinking.
He wasn’t handsome, not even a little bit elegant.
But the more I looked, the more I felt.
He was beautiful.
Not in that perfect, chiseled, take your breath away, way
Not beautiful by the world’s standards, not beautiful to anybody else.
But he was to me.
And the more I stared and the more I gazed, the more I felt.
I searched every inch of that face, desperately hoping to find why he made me feel so much.
But I never found it, I still haven’t.
And when he finally looked over, his eyes slowing losing that thinking mist, slowly recognizing my face.
He smiled, and I felt my breath catch.
And I thought to myself, in nothing more than a silent whisper, what is it about him?
I still don’t know, and perhaps I never will.
You can either kiss me or buy me pizza. Para Mahal.
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Whoa man. Whoa. That’s pretty deep. This hit me kinda hard.