My hands are cold. They always are. I tried putting on mittens but they’re the “best of both worlds” type that combines the freedom of the fingerless glove with the warmth of a mitten cap to cover your fingers if necessary. But with the mitten cap on, it’s impossible for me to do anything without being clumsy and restricted. And with just the fingerless gloves, my hands are still cold. The fingerless gloves also make me feel insecure about my body’s inability to provide warmth to my extremities, but they keep my hands warmer than they were with nothing.
this was a facebook post between two cute little baby freshmen.
Srsly. WTF. I’m pretty sure I’m never going to be told anything like this, because the people I’m attracted to are far more jaded than this little romantic, but I love it. And laughed at it. And loved it some more.
It’s been 183 days since I asked you to be mine, and they’ve been 183 of the best days of my life.
I still remember spending the dog days of Summer with you. How 3 words you’ve heard your whole life became so new, so strange, so wonderful. How we kissed with the fireworks as our backdrop. Starting high school 2 towns away with our hearts intertwined. The best birthday of my life. Halloween. Thanksgiving. Christmas. New Years.
We have broken the statistics, shattered the boundaries. We have loved with a love that’s never been loved before. You are my sun, you are my moon, and you are everything in between. You are my world. You are my lover. And you are my best friend. It’s been 183 days since I asked you to be mine, and they’ve been 183 of the best days of my life. I am in love with you. Happy 6 months together.