Some call it Sapiosexual, I just appreciate and love a guy with an intellectual and an open mind. We can agree to disagree in a mature manner and can talk about anything, everything, and nothing. I guess as you get older you see things in a different light. Such as being infatuated with someone, lusting after them or simply just being “in-like”. But not because of the physical attraction, cause eventually that plays out. But just from the vibe you receive from one another, mentally.
Amy Winehouse after hearing she has just won her first Grammy (2008)
I love this gif.
I remember this moment! I had the chills and got teary eyed…
I’ve had the same dreams and goals since the age of 13
Me&Bae😍 #14yearsstrong #Spongeboblover
Every morning I wake up with you on my mind.. It’s so frustrating how I allow you to invade my thoughts. From the morning when I take my breath and open my eyes. I roll over to my side and grab my phone. I anticipate when I “Slide to View” and see a “Good morning” text from you. I wonder if I’m always on your mind like how you’re always on mine. I go about my day embedded in my thoughts on how this would be a new day I approach you and talk to you. Unless you ask how’s my day going while you’re on break. But let’s take it back to January 2013, the first time I saw you. Instantly I was intrigued by you. I wanted to get to know you, although I was timid. You seemed cool and chill I figured I would have my time. Months passed by and I never found the courage to ask for your number or to hang out. We would small talk here and there but nothing too major. I finally gave up seeing that I had no luck with you. Fortunately for me you made the first move and gave me your number. From that day on I became the happiest girl, nobody could take away the joy you gave to me. You allowed me to be myself, timid, shy and open. Besides being bold,sexual or an asshole. I wanted to show you me, something others guys couldn’t see. I show you my writings and opened my heart, showed you my fears and your words gave me comfort. You noticed the little things about me, like how I wore my hair in a ponytail all day at work until the last hour I let it down. You text me that night how you noticed and how pretty I was. You wanted to know about my day and if I was alright…well that point of you hasn’t change, you know the “How are you” and “Wyd’s”…
Then it was the fourth of July….the night your curious mind wondered how soft my lips felt. How big my boobs are and how it must feel to grab on my ass. You took me to your garden and we shared stories and I remember smelling weed and beer on you. Some may find it repulsive however that made me want to kiss you even more. So I got up from my seat and then you followed me. Next thing I knew I was up against your wall while your hands crept up and down my spine. You pleased me more ways than one that night, your touch was so sensual, you kissed me in places I’ve never been kissed before. Like my shoulder, I know right my shoulder? How simple that sounds but I thought guys only did that cute shit in movies. I remember less than 10 hours of us enjoying each other that night, that day I spent time with you the same way. “You wear Curve I like guys that wear curve’ I said to you as I laid naked in your bed, “I like yo curves” you replied with a smirk. I hid my smile as I laid back down on your chest, tracing the paragraph of your tattoo. We talked and kiss and some more shit, I let my friend go to the ER by herself because I was so caught up in you. I knew in my mind that this moment, well that moment would end. Although I tried to be optimistic my doubts had won.
We never hung out, we never went to a bar got drunk and walked the beach, you never scooped me up late at night when you were bored to shoot the breeze. Most of all you never taught me how to play dominoes. But we had all summer, remember? But that’s just it…it was only for the summer.
I thought about settling and just being friends with benefits with you, but I know I wanted something more from you. Cause I gave you more of me mentally. You made me want to be a better Ashley, you made me want to better myself so you could look at me in “Aww”. I wanted you to be amazed of how special I am, and how lucky you were to have me in your life. Daydreaming and I’m thinking of you constantly, yet we’re nothing how we use to be. Sometimes I feel like we talk about the basics cause I’m cool when a few months ago you asked if you could taste me.
When it comes to you, my feelings are on a world spin, I simply wish you could see yourself through my eyes and see how much you’ve affected me. You made me a better me, for the good and the bad.
This is was only half of my open letter…to you