on a lighter note

You don’t have to tell me how you feel

I can feel it in the way you grab my hand on the car ride home

I can hear it in the questions you ask, which require you to remember the intimate details of my life

I can see it in the way you reach for every door and pull out every chair

Love isn’t nestled in your words, it comes out in the safety net you’ve placed around us

helping hands

maybe when you spend so much time looking for love, you take on the traits you search for & you help others find something they needed at the time

maybe I needed to feel like i wasn’t too much and they needed to know what nonjudgmental love felt like

absolute zero

when he touched me it was like the stars were dancing on my skin.

it felt like he was charting constellations, planning a voyage that had one destination in mind

the small details

dear john

how to lose a guy in 10 days

what are your red flags?

do you have any icks?

ben and jerry's ice cream

long drives and red bull

spotify blend

want that too

anyone but you

sid & nancy

do you always wear that watch?

the gallery

can we skip to the part where we're arguing about the color of the tile in the guest bathroom?

here's to hoping that whatever is meant for you, won't pass you by

teenage american dream

i can imagine nights where we’re together, cuddled up on the couch drinking wine and talking about how stressful our days were while the kids are tucked into bed,

or i’m cleaning the dishes after dinner and you come up behind me to kiss me on the cheek

i picture these scenarios, among others, so often in mind

a loving husband, a happy marriage that feels like we’re two giddy teenagers, and we have happy, healthy children in a home that we’ve made together