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It shows her time is valuable, and you asked her out in the first place, jackass.
So run, run, run to the water where it’s blue and hope something there will save you.
They walked hand in hand slowly next to the canals where the sea met the shore. They both were safe, as he playfully swung her hand entwined with his.
The warm, tepid breeze brushed her cheek and the wind tossed her hair. They didn’t know one another, but they put one another at ease. Her chest pressed against his, telling it to stay in. She reassured him in a silent moment, pressing her palm against his neck and skimming her fingers through his messy hair to make his worries go away. Whatever his racing, 100 miles a minute thoughts were. He wraps his arms around her like a snake constricting prey.
He sat with his feet dangling off the bed, a white sheet wrapped his hips curving past his waist, his back bare, postured and strong. The moon beams shone light through the wooden shutters. Her arm falls on the white down cloud-like bedding like white snow falling on a cold winter’s night.
Her eyes start to flutter slowly, and close softly.
After a short while, he jumped in the cold water fighting the waves after her. Beating in is the sun, peeking in from an opening of the curtains that are drawn shut.
She started moving her toes toward the tip of the board and stopped. He grabbed her wrists, pushing her into the wild deep sea. He stirs out of bed, dragging his index finger along the skin of her back to her fingertips. He turns on some hip folk song, one that she liked, as he digs in his fridge.
She went high, then low, then somewhere in the middle.
Her head told her, as the prison door started closing now. The sweet, bright, beautiful light turned itself off.
His 6 foot frame, towered above her, drifting along the sidewalk under the dark starry night. She lies on his chest where it feels like his heart beat like it was trying to escape. A half-smile slid across his unshaven face and he was calm and a little more free. being in love, breaking up is hard to do, breaking up with a boyfriend/girlfriend, butterflies, celebrity, dating, dating and playing games, exclusive relationships, falling in love, friends, games, girlfriend, having a big ego, heartbreak, her, her and him, him, holding hands, how to ask a girl out on a date, how to be chivalrous, how to date, i love this one boy., i love you, jenn gulotta, jenn gulotta facebook, jenn gulotta Pinterest, jenn gulotta tumblr, jenn gulotta twitter, kindness and gratitude, lessons, lessons on love, life, love, men, paying on dates, people, pride, relationships & love, respect, romance, rules & dating, sex, stand by me, t-shirts, texting has killed romance, trust, walls, women She wakes up. She, in his old t-shirt, wrapped around her skin staring back at him.
Before the words could reach her tongue, her hand was in his. He removes his vintage leather jacket and lays it on the sand. He stared into her blue eyes, and hers back into his.
One fell, plummeting, vanishing into the crest of the waves tumbling through the fog to the bottomless blue.