We had our third date yesterday. We haven't kissed yet. He spent the night. I felt warm and protected. Guys... I think he's the one. I don't know what it is about him, it's unexplainable. I think he's it. ~My Sun, Your Stars

I ran into the grass by the library and kicked up a pile of leaves. Without a single question he followed me and joined me — and then because I am a violent individual, I scooped up a pile of leaves and threw them at him. He grinned and threw a heap back at me. I turned away, but then felt a touch on my hair.

"You have leaves in your hair," he said, and I stood still while he picked them all out.

"How dare you mess my hair up," I teased, as we went back on the sidewalk. I couldn't help but notice that while we walked to his car, he kept looking at me and every time he would, his face would break out into a wide grin.

Romance as innocent and sweet as this is delightful. :)

I pray you want what i want, but i've also prayed for the strength to gracefully walk away in case you don't

I could’ve fallen so hard for you, but I’ve accepted that we can never be. ill remember you as a beautiful acquaintance whose gaze always gave me butterflies. Whoever ends up with you is very lucky.

You should've seen yourself in my dream last night. You looked so beautiful.

i have a feeling you give amazing hugs

I prefer stories that begin at the end.

We don’t talk anymore. Only someone that I used to know. Denial. The last call, last goodbye. The unraveling, undoing of something beautiful.

Uttered intentions. Your hand in mine, a calming constant in the rough tide. Days and nights without end. Inside jokes. The swift passing of time. Witty banter.

Cotton candy, melt-in-your-mouth, sugary sweetness. Gag-inducing firsts. I met someone.

I prefer stories that begin at the end.

They hurt less.

You deserve the world and more and I adore you with all of my heart and truly hope you’re happy and content with your life right now. I love seeing you happy

I'm meeting up with him and some coworkers this week for bar trivia. Now that I'm single, I plan on putting some serious moves on him. We're talking letting our knees touch under the table serious.

I woke up this morning and you were the first thing on my mind - something that I absolutely despise, but nothing new.

Instead of the usual stream of consciousness surrounding you, what you say, what you do, what I wish we could be, the initial pathetic scramble quieted to leave me with the forceful, persistent pulse of one particular thought I hadn't let myself hear in a while:

Life is too short. Life can tragically end in an unexpected instant. Life doesn't care about what should have been said, shouldn't have been said, who was right, who was wrong, who had the most pride. Life can remove anything from our field of vision on a whim. This is why life is too short to waste such precious and limited time, emotion, love, energy, on anyone who so blatantly couldn't care less, anyone who doesn't appreciate it, anyone who is willing to take such investments for granted, anyone who wouldn't so much as blink once to indicate some sort of reciprocity. Our relationships with others in our lifetimes are some of the most fulfilling aspects of living; best to utilize our limited time and resources for those who can recognize and appreciate the value of it.

So then you worm your way back into my thoughts and it leaves me wondering what that all means for us. Mostly, though, what it would mean to you. I know where I stand. I know what I want. I want you in my life, I want you to know my love. I don't want to experience any more pain from your thoughtless, prideful actions - from my unconditional acceptance of them, from your unapologetic execution of them. So maybe I'll present you with these thoughts, I'll let you think on this. I know what it means to me. I don't know what it means for us. Only you can tell me.