That moment that you hear a song for the first time ever and you think that song artist totally gets me. 

Theres a point in time where everything makes sense… You see what’s really going on behind the scenes… Because you finally decided to wake up and look instead of just pushing everything to the side… -J

I miss running through lavender fields.

The love of it all, full, up to my knees.

I miss the trees, the swings, the lady bugs that ran along my fingers as I layed in the grass staring up at the big blue sky.

Taking pleasure in make believe, the dream of one day meeting chivalry, or at least a man who was.

Someone strong, someone tall, handsome, beautiful in both words and song.

I miss the sand box, catching blue bellies, playing dodgeball.

I could run, I could laugh, I could be anyone that I wanted to be.

But somehow those days slipped righ through my fingers.

They became a memory lost in what was, as opposed to what is.

I’m no longer that little girl, but I still have the same dreams.

The dreams of one day growing up, being fulfilled, being happy.

The dreams of being wild and free, and being who I want to be.

The dreams of finding chivalry.

Of kissing his lips, and ceasing those hands, that they never leave mine.

but in all this, one thing has always stayed the same.

I am stubbon beyond what I knew,

but even so, I am desperate for the dreams that once made me a little girl.

So full of hope, so full of plans, so full of everything that made me so young.

but now that girl has faced reality.

The memory only a slap in the face.

I miss running through lavender fields.

The love of it all, full, up to my knees.

His voice surrounds her like a thousand whispers, he grabs a handful of hair and she’s under, under whatever drug this is called. If people only knew what this was, what this felt like. She knows she’d be addicted to it (to him) his whispers unfold her deepest secrets, with one kiss, his lips unravel something beautiful, he write love songs with his eyes, and with his fingers he traces the curvature of her hourglass shape. The smile thats left on her face is full of pure bliss. The electricity charges through her body like a bull to the red of a bull fighters sheet and never seems to  stop tingling, and the mind numbing sensation leaves her breathless, but wanting so much more, its not fair.

Her heart is scared, terrified beyond belief, because he has so much power over her and yet he doesnt even know of it. Just by looking at him she knows she’s already falling for him, and with one last stammering word as though shes unable to speak, she tells him with pain in her voice the disatrous past that lies hidden deep within and the breaking point is coming, she can feel it about to break from under her. The moment evryone has been waiting for the entire reading through when indoubtably reality sets in once more and fantasy is a day in the past. She remembers why she loves him and the world closes its eyes, and she dreams for tomorrow, and cant wait for whats coming next.