So if we have to show women what the baby looks like in their womb and tell them how the process works before allowing them to get an abortion, does that mean we should teach our soldiers about the culture of the lands we’re invading, and explain to them that the people we want them to kill have families and feel pain, just like Americans?
I would tell you about her eyes, but she’s heard everything I could ever say about them and I can never quite capture their depth in my explanation anyway. I would tell you about her lips, but I’m afraid I’ve forgotten what they look like because mine can’t stay away from them too long without the yearn to feel hers burn against mine. What I will tell you is that I am absolutely infatuated and captivated with the way she exists so beautifully with me.. to me. I’ve never believed in soul mates, but it’s as if I wasn’t really living before I met her. I always had to pick words from in between my teeth as if they had no meaning and force myself to feel. I always had my tongue between my teeth preferring spilt blood to spilt confessions. I avoided raw emotions, but this time is different. She does not let me hold back. She does not let me shy away from how I feel about her. She hides her smile behind her hands or shirt the same way the moon hides behind the clouds when I look at her and tell her she’s absolutely beautiful. She smirks when I pull her closer and kiss her like it’s the only thing I would ever want to spend my time doing… because it is. I could spend the rest of my life kissing her. Her hips, my god, they are shaped like they are made to be watched and held by my hands, as I pull her into me every chance I get. She sways with me in the soft glow of her bedroom light and it’s like we dance to the hum of our favorite songs. I can’t sleep before she does because I need to feel her body become still inside of mine. She curls into me and I can feel every one of her muscles relaxing as I tuck her hair behind her ear and kiss her cheeks and breath I love you as she peacefully and safely falls asleep. I fell in love with the way time seems to exist everywhere, but with us. As if the clocks refuse to move another second when we kiss. What I can tell you is I keep getting lost in her smile and eyes and quite frankly I hope I never find my way out.
Ethan Chamblee (via mr-outspoken)