He’d never cared much for strawberries, but that summer her lips were so stained with the juices that they were all he tasted.
And he’d never had a favourite fruit, but two years later, a new girl is sat in front of him, laughing at his jokes.
"If you could only eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?" She asks playfully.
And he remembers how her hands traced the veins in his neck and made their way across his chest. He remembers her soft breathing and limbs draped across his shoulders.
"Strawberries." He tells her. "I could live a life on nothing but strawberries."Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #54 -"Strawberries" (via blossomfully)
in a tight red dress,
standing in her bear feet.
I asked her what was on her mind,
"I had boy that was one of a kind,
gentleman these days are hard to find.
We were supposed to get married,
you know, on the valley with the white doves.”
So I sat her down and said,
"Let me tell you a thing about love.
I met a girl that made my heart melt,
It was the greatest feeling,
I had ever felt.
She was the most beautiful thing in the world.
and my one regret is giving up on that girl.
But there’s no sense dwelling on the past.
As cliche as it is,
some things just aren’t meant to last.
It was what was best,
even though both our hearts shattered like glass.
She taught me so many things,
that I needed to learn,
but love isn’t something you take.
I was there when she cried,
and there to make her smile.
I was there when she lied,
and when she said ‘please stay awhile.’
Even when all she gave was an inch.
I still gave her a mile,
because my full time job,
was making her smile.”
"That’s such a beautiful past,
I’m so sorry it didn’t last.”
She said to me,
as she put her hand on my knee.
"Beautiful it may be,
but what I truly didn’t see,
was when I told her I loved her.
she didn’t know my means.
I should have showed her that I cared.
Kissed her on the cheek and played with her hair.
But I was so selfish and cruel,
I didn’t take the time,
to show that girl she’s one of a kind.”
"But sometimes your words are just enough.
You knew what to say,
when things got tough.
So if she knew that you meant it,
and she knew that you cared,
she should have known that indeed,
you were going nowhere;
no matter the time, no matter the whether.
so if you don’t mind me asking,
why aren’t you still together?”
My heart broke just a little.
as my face turned red,
my skin turned a little brittle.
as I looked at her and said.
"I’ll tell you the reason.
Why were not together.
it’s not always about the 8 page love letter.
it’s about how you wrote it in her favourite colour.”