The best way I could explain how I felt with him was to compare it to waking up after a full night’s sleep. Falling in love with him was like waking up on an autumn day. With the sun shining and the birds chirping. The breeze lightly caressing my skin. And at night, the moon shined bright.
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Gianna Neufeld
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The Little Things
They asked me what love meant to me and all I could think of was me telling you to text me when you got home, always. It’s you offering to drive because you know I don’t like to. It’s you sharing your dinner with me even though I said I wasn’t hungry. It’s the small gestures of patience, of showing that you want to be with me; even with my quirks. It’s feeling like you're home. It feels like belonging. It’s feeling held without being touched. Love is caring about someone else unconditionally; it’s making time, whether it’s convenient or not, it’s wanting them in your life through the good, the bad and the ugly. It’s all the little things that shape a word as big as love. Love is stumbling through life hand in hand with the person who will help you get up when you fall down, but who will also understand you and take a step back when you feel like you need to get back up on your own.
By Gianna Neufeld3 years ago in Poets
The Duelist
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
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