ph: Among Dreams

Let's go back to the beginning. It was quite unexpected you see, you and I. You had your eyes on me even while I was in a 3 year relationship. Things didn't work out of course. You asked me out on dates, I refused. What can I say? I was afraid.. afraid of meeting someone new, afraid of trying once again, afraid of the pain that love brings. So who'd have guessed that after a year of not seeing each other that things would change?

It was a casual dinner. I thought of it as nothing more than hanging out. But yet, as the night wore on, that instant connection and chemistry was there. We ate, we talked, we laughed. There was such a comfortability between us.

As time wore on, our relationship progressed. My friends loved you, your friends loved me. Everything seemed right. Although there were kinks in our relationship, we tried to push through them. Maybe it was your lack of experience of being in a relationship. Who knows? All I do know is that I love you. But yet, something holds me back from being head over heels in love. I need that gentleness, I need someone to wrap their arms around me and tell me they love and miss me. Yet, you hold back. You say that you are not used to opening up about your emotions and that hurts. If you truly care about a person, all that should come second nature. Well at least to me it should. I feel my walls are back up.. and I hate that feeling. I want to move forward with you, with US, but yet I hold back. You told me the other day that I complete you. Yet, as those words spill from your mouth, I wonder if you complete me. I know what I want in life and I know what I want from the one I love. The questions in my mind eat at me everyday. Can you be the one to give that to me? Will actions speak louder than words? Will you actually try versus just saying that you will? Do I see myself with you for the rest of my life? Or have I simply made a mistake and once again will be left hurt from all the pain that love brings?

ph: Viola Cangi | bosquetango

Here is a love poetry for you,
Whenever your heart is like a thin line in the shadows,
You and me, we are the walking lovers between the shimmering stars,
Not just once, but every day is you,
To think the most of your smile, yes, a memory of time,
A time that should not be less but in it's abundance,
And I'll cross the ocean of love just to hear the song of your heart,
To be with you even in your wildest dream, a best moment,
There's no one can replace the sweet love from our past,
You and me, we are an illusion that become real in the light,
Believe me, like the flow of river from the high mountain,
That is how I love you beneath the time and still stand,
I love you..............

ph: Alexandra Sophie

I needed to share this with someone, so ill share it with you..

I am a true believer in love but I thought that my time was over, I had given up and I still feel that way but hopefully there is a chance for me and for everyone out there. I want to believe that there is someone for everyone.

This story is about Paris and a man that I met there a few months ago when I was visiting a friend. I don’t know if this was for real or if I am just imaging it to have been as good as it actually was.

I met you on my first night in Paris, we started talking when the bar owner introduced us, I told you we where going to another place later and I gave you my number. I never thought that you actually would call but you did two hours later and you actually came.

I was happy, we went out to smoke and we stayed out talking for several hours, it felt so unreal to meet someone that fast and feel that you’ve known each other forever. We talked about everything, I didn’t know what to do I didn’t want to leave you. We spent the night together that night and the night after that and the night after that. Three days passed by as five minutes and then I had to go home, I didn’t want to leave you, not so fast, I wanted to be with you more and you said that you wanted it too.

I went home and back to my life; before I left you promised me that we would meet this summer. Now I don’t know, I think about you every day, every minute and every second. We don’t talk as much as when I came back and you are now in a totally different world on a different continent.

I want to see you this summer, I just don’t know if you want to see me again, I believe that what we had was something special, I know it seem silly and that I am a dreamer. I want to believe that you are my love and I want you to be my love.

I wish I could talk to you about it, face to face but I don’t know if I have to courage to tell you.

I want to be with you.

ph: weheartit

ph: Inès☆

I was on ChatRoulette one night, a website created to meet random people from all over the world and sometimes you'll find perverts showing off their private parts on the webcam but sometimes, you actually get to meet decent people, really decent people. And that was what happened to me.

I was on the website, had the cursor on the next button so I could just click instead of scrolling to find a next button if I were to come across with say a 40 year old pedo wanking in front of the webcam. To be honest, there were pretty a lot of normal guys I met on the website but most of them had trouble communicating in English and I got pretty bored so I pressed next, next, next... until I came across this boy, who looked decent enough but that wasn't what made me stay to talk to him, it was the set of drums at the back of him that got me intrigued.

So there we were, talking on ChatRoulette with the shitty connection and after what seemed like half an hour, we exchanged our Skype ids and continued our conversation on Skype. We talked just about everything. Our music taste, our perceptions of life, our jokes- we immediately clicked. We talked for about 5 hours before I headed to bed. Since that day onwards, we Skyped every single day for hours. I am 6 hours ahead so sleep had to be sacrificed and to be honest, it was worth it.

I showed him how my college looked like, brought him a tour around my campus. I showed him my house, my friends. We shop together online and show the things we bought. It was like he was here already but the most frustrating part is that, he isn't. How he could just stay there, spinning in his chair, juggling things to kill time while we were on Skype because I had to study for my finals. How I stole glances at him while I did my notes.

But then again, have you ever considered the slight possibility that it could be, fate? I mean, seeing him on ChatRoulette and if I pressed next, I probably would have missed the chance of feeling this way. If the connection was shitty and we didn't manage to exchange any information about one another, if I accidentally closed the website. Anything, I mean, what are the odds?

How is it possible that a boy who lives 6000... 6258.05 miles away to be exact, is able to give me the butterflies?