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8 Ways To Say I Love You

1. Spit it into her voicemail, a little slurred and sounding like the shot whiskey you downed for courage. Feel as ashamed as you do walking into work in last night’s clothes. Wake up cringing for days, waiting for her to mention it.

2. Sigh it into her mouth, wedged in between teeth and tongues. Don’t even let your lips move when you say it, ever so lightly, into the air. Maybe it was just an exhalation of ecstasy.

3. Buy her flowers. Buy her chocolate. Buy her a teddy bear, because that’s what every romantic comedy has taught you. Take her out to a nice restaurant where neither of you feel comfortable and spend the whole night clearing your throat and tugging at your tie. Feel like your actions are more suited to a proposal than the simple confession of something you’ve always known.

4. Whisper it into her hair in the middle of the night, after you’ve counted the space between her breaths and are certain she’s asleep. Shut your eyes quickly when she shifts toward you in askance. Maybe you were just sleep whispering.

5. Blurt it out in the middle of an impromptu dance party in the kitchen, as clumsy as your two left feet. When time seems to freeze, hastily tack on “in that shirt” or “when you make your award-winning meatballs” or, if you are feeling particularly brave, “when we do this.” Resume dancing and pretend you don’t feel her eyes on you the rest of the night.

6. Write her a letter in which the amount of circumnavigating and angst could rival Mr. Darcy’s. Debate where to leave it all day – on her pillow? In her coat pocket? Throw it away in frustration, conveniently leaving it face up in the trashcan, her name scrawled on the front in your sloppy handwriting. Let her wonder if you meant it.

7. Wait until something terrible has happened and you can’t not tell her anymore. Wait until she almost gets hit by a car crossing Wabash against the light and after you are done cursing at the shit-for-brains cab drivers in this city, realize you are actually just terrified of living without her. Tell her with your hands shaking.

8. Say it deliberately, your tongue a springboard for every syllable. Over coffee, brushing your teeth side-by-side, as you turn off the light to go to sleep – it doesn’t matter where. Do not adorn it with extra words like “I think” or “I might.” Do not sigh heavily as if admitting it were a burden instead of the most joyous thing you’ve ever done. Look her in the eyes and pray, heart thumping wildly, that she will turn to you and say, “I love you too.”

R. MCKINLEY, DEC. 1, 2012  (via fawun)

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1. Spit it into her voicemail, a little slurred and sounding like the shot whiskey you downed for courage. Feel as ashamed as you do walking into work in last night’s clothes. Wake up cringing for days, waiting for her to mention it.



2. Sigh it into her mouth, wedged in between teeth and tongues. Don’t even let your lips move when you say it, ever so lightly, into the air. Maybe it was just an exhalation of ecstasy.

3. Buy her flowers. Buy her chocolate. Buy her a teddy bear, because that’s what every romantic comedy has taught you. Take her out to a nice restaurant where neither of you feel comfortable and spend the whole night clearing your throat and tugging at your tie. Feel like your actions are more suited to a proposal than the simple confession of something you’ve always known.

4. Whisper it into her hair in the middle of the night, after you’ve counted the space between her breaths and are certain she’s asleep. Shut your eyes quickly when she shifts toward you in askance. Maybe you were just sleep whispering.

5. Blurt it out in the middle of an impromptu dance party in the kitchen, as clumsy as your two left feet. When time seems to freeze, hastily tack on “in that shirt” or “when you make your award-winning meatballs” or, if you are feeling particularly brave, “when we do this.” Resume dancing and pretend you don’t feel her eyes on you the rest of the night.

6. Write her a letter in which the amount of circumnavigating and angst could rival Mr. Darcy’s. Debate where to leave it all day – on her pillow? In her coat pocket? Throw it away in frustration, conveniently leaving it face up in the trashcan, her name scrawled on the front in your sloppy handwriting. Let her wonder if you meant it.

7. Wait until something terrible has happened and you can’t not tell her anymore. Wait until she almost gets hit by a car crossing Wabash against the light and after you are done cursing at the shit-for-brains cab drivers in this city, realize you are actually just terrified of living without her. Tell her with your hands shaking.


8. Say it deliberately, your tongue a springboard for every syllable. Over coffee, brushing your teeth side-by-side, as you turn off the light to go to sleep – it doesn’t matter where. Do not adorn it with extra words like “I think” or “I might.” Do not sigh heavily as if admitting it were a burden instead of the most joyous thing you’ve ever done. Look her in the eyes and pray, heart thumping wildly, that she will turn to you and say, “I love you too.”

8 Ways To Say I Love You By R. MCKINLEY   (via hyperbolequeen)

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tylerknott:


Typewriter Series #317 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Text below in case it’s hard to read:
“Somewhere, someonethinks they love someone elseexactly like I love you.Somewhere, someoneshakes from the rippleof a thousand butterfliesinside a single stomach.Somewhere, someoneis packing their bags to see the worldwith someone else.Somewhere, someoneis reaching through the most terrifying fewfeet of space to hold the handof someone else.Somewhere, someoneis watching someone else’s chest rise and fallwith the breath of slumber.Somewhere, someoneis pouring ink like blood onto pagesfighting to say the truth that has no words.Somewhere, someoneis waiting patient but exhaustedto just be with someone else.Somewhere, someoneis opening their eyes to a sunrisein someplace they have never seen.Somewhere, someoneis pulling out the petals, twisting the, apple stempicking up the heads up penny, rubbing the rabbits foot,knocking on wood, throwing coins into fountains,hunting for the only clover with only 4 leaves, skippingover the cracks, snapping the wishbone, crossing theirfingers, blowing out the candles, sending dandelion seedsinto the air, ushering eyelashes off their thumbs,finding the first star, and waiting for 11:11 on theirclock to spend their wishes on someone else.Somewhere, someoneis sayinggoodbye, but somewhere, someone else is sayinghello.Somewhere, someone, is sharing their first or their last kiss with their orno longer their someone else.Somewhere, someoneis wondering if how they feel is how the other theyfeels about them and if both theys could ever becomea they together.Somewhere, someoneis the decoder ring to all of the great mysteries oflife for someone else.Somewhere, someoneis the treasure map.Somewhere, someonethinks they love someone elseexactly like I love you.Somewhere, someoneis wrong.”-Tyler Knott Gregson-

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #317 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Text below in case it’s hard to read:

“Somewhere, someone
thinks they love someone else
exactly like I love you.
Somewhere, someone
shakes from the ripple
of a thousand butterflies
inside a single stomach.
Somewhere, someone
is packing their bags to see the world
with someone else.
Somewhere, someone
is reaching through the most terrifying few
feet of space to hold the hand
of someone else.
Somewhere, someone
is watching someone else’s chest rise and fall
with the breath of slumber.
Somewhere, someone
is pouring ink like blood onto pages
fighting to say the truth that has no words.
Somewhere, someone
is waiting patient but exhausted
to just be with someone else.
Somewhere, someone
is opening their eyes to a sunrise
in someplace they have never seen.
Somewhere, someone
is pulling out the petals, twisting the, apple stem
picking up the heads up penny, rubbing the rabbits foot,
knocking on wood, throwing coins into fountains,
hunting for the only clover with only 4 leaves, skipping
over the cracks, snapping the wishbone, crossing their
fingers, blowing out the candles, sending dandelion seeds
into the air, ushering eyelashes off their thumbs,
finding the first star, and waiting for 11:11 on their
clock to spend their wishes on someone else.
Somewhere, someone
is saying
goodbye, but somewhere, someone else is saying
hello.
Somewhere, someone,
is sharing their first or their last kiss with their or
no longer their someone else.
Somewhere, someone
is wondering if how they feel is how the other they
feels about them and if both theys could ever become
a they together.
Somewhere, someone
is the decoder ring to all of the great mysteries of
life for someone else.
Somewhere, someone
is the treasure map.
Somewhere, someone
thinks they love someone else
exactly like I love you.
Somewhere, someone
is wrong.”

-Tyler Knott Gregson-

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If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong.

You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else— us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s— we are happy.

If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe— just this one— where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault.

So see, that explains everything. We’re not together anymore because of the multiverse.
Well, isn’t that comforting?

If you’re sad, do like I do and just think of the other ‘verses. The ones where I believe in love and where I don’t hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. It’s helpful, right?

Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you.

text-pistol:

Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment—their body is alive, there’s a light in their eyes, something—that makes you think, “I just really love you.” It’s a weird sensation to think this, but it’s pretty awesome that we can feel this way about another being.

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once more, with feeling

lettersfromvermont:

once more, with feeling

There is no pretending,” Jace said with absolute clarity. “I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I’ll love you then.

Cassandra ClareCity of Glass (via withdecorum)

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Love is more than three words mumbled before bedtime. Love is sustained by action, a pattern of devotion in the things we do for each other everyday.

Nicholas Sparks, The Wedding (via quote-book)