Two of many of today’s workout #squatjumps & #deadlift (first time at deadlifting, btw) (at Intrepid Gym)
And when he looked at her, you could see it.
You could see how much he loved her. It was
unquestionable, as factual as the quadratic
equation. Their love was not loud, though. It
was quiet. There was no emotional profession
of love or massive romantic gestures. There was
laughter. Contentment in each other’s company.
They understood each other. Made each other
better. Being together felt right and safe. Being
together felt like being home. They truly loved
each other, and everyone knew it. They never had
to say a word.
I still want you, and I still want your everything. I never stopped wanting you. Even when you said that you no longer wanted me. But it’s always been like this for us, hasn’t it? Someone always longing for someone who doesn’t even know what it is that they want, and who they will end up sharing it with. But I don’t care about how many people you have loved while I was away because I still want you, I still want this, and I will always still want us.
- 4:15 a.m. (Unsent)
الجمال لديها الكثير لتفعله مع الطابع
Beauty has a lot to do with character.