You took her for granted, when she needed you to be there for her, you weren’t. At one point she would feel like she was happy, then at another she would cry because of the shit you put her through. Maybe she just feels like letting go, but her love for you keeps her holding on because she’s…
She’s well-grounded in God, family, and friends. She’s got voluptuous lips and a nice smile to go with it. A bit of a broken past, but it’s given her character. She dances when nobody’s around and moves in her own way. She thinks the most abstract thoughts and acknowledges the most minuscule details. Nice round eyes with a luminous, hazel glaze. She’s the sun’s reflection, the moon’s projection. She’s got unbeatable style accompanied by long, black hair. Sex hair was the term. She’s got a distinct attitude you wouldn’t like at first, but would grow to love in time. She’s the type you have to work for, and I mean working on the humor, the sarcastic cheesy lines, the real substance of thought-provoking conversations—the things that last, the inside jokes that get you all giddy from the inside out. Take her like a woman, treat her like a lady. She might just be your type of girl. If you love her, love her deeply with respect, mutuality, fidelity, honesty. Be affectionate, be private—she loves the secrecy and exclusiveness of the companionship. She doesn’t need the whole world to know about her worth; she just needs you to feel worthy of her worth. She’s the kind of girl you might wanna wake up to, say good morning to, and wrap legs with. You might remember the aroma of her skin and the dip of her back, or maybe the kinds of things she says that she would say to no one else but you—how special you would be if you might have her. I pray she doesn’t change anytime soon, let alone engage with someone else. I would’ve just called her gorgeous or beautiful, but who would take the easy way out after witnessing a woman like her?
(Source: jonathanpham, via alanjaro)
I knew the moment she walked into World Religions and sat down diagonally from me, that she wasn’t just any ordinary girl crush. Everyday, I wanted to learn something new about her. I felt completely drawn to her. I remember during English, she sat directly in front of me, and we would try so hard not to stare at each other. We barely said a single word to each other in that class. It was World Religions where I believe we let our feelings run wild. Whenever there was a chance to lay down in class and watch a movie, we would be laying right next to each other, close enough where I could smell her Victoria’s Secret perfume and a hint of smoke from her grandparent’s house. And that smell became my favorite scent. It was around November of 2008 where we started texting/calling each other everyday and I got a sense of who she really was. We became best friends, but I knew I never felt this way about any of my best friends. The thing with me, whenever I have a girl crush, I just need one kiss from her and I’m good to go. It didn’t work that way with Malina. She spent the night, we kissed, and I thought that I was good…but I still didn’t have enough. We spent every single day with each other, progressing in our relationship, falling deeper and deeper in love. In my eyes, our love was something different. That we had true love. That we were so in love, that nothing would stop us. Malina built my love for her so high, that even after she has given me every reason to fall out of love with her, something couldn’t pull me away. It takes more than loving the idea of being in love. It’s about fully giving all of your love to someone, knowing that in the end, you did it to show that person that no one else can give him/her the same love.
- catheleen: why?
- me: why what.
- catheleen: why did you go to the cops?
- me: i'm sorry.
- catheleen: it's okay.
