I WANT HIM I WANT HIM I WANT HIM I WANT HIM I WANT HIM I WANT HIM I WANT HIM I WANT HIM I WANT HIM I

December is a myth for the poets. They think they'll find love before the year ends, but all that's left in the end are their unsent love letters and half written poems.

I want my kids to see how much their father and I love each other.

I want them to see us share random kisses in the kitchen. I want them to see how excited I am when he walks through the door. I want them to see us always holding hands in public. I want them to see us slow dancing in the kitchen in our pajamas late at night. I want them to know that no matter what, they will always have the stability of mom and dad loving each other. Even though in their young brains they'll think it's gross how affectionate we are, I hope they'll carry on those memories and use us as an example of madly loving your spouse no matter what.

Four weeks already in the operating room with anaesthesiology department 👩‍⚕️

a literary discovered a new word even tho it’s not my first time in the OR , what makes the difference is being there from the beginning to the end of anaesthesia and making sure the patient is stable throughout the procedure

Ye gaana bilkul tumhari tarah hai

Tumhari yaad dilata hai

Tumhare aur kareeb laata hai

"I made a playlist for you"

"This song reminds me of you"

Letter#2

To: My secret love

Would you please notice me? my love for you? all these days and weeks and months, i want you to notice me. I want you to see that that person you're with is no good, i could and would treat you a lot better. that is what you deserve.

I know maybe you can never feel anything for me other than what we have, but then tell me why do I feel that gaze of yours on me, eye contacts which linger, soft touches which shoot electric current through our spines. why do i feel this peace and happy feelings exploding in my chest when I see you smile. is it only what we have? nothing more?

your laugh, your eyes, your smile, your spectacles, your hands and your voice, everything is just so beautiful. I know the exact things to say to make you laugh. I know whenever you're sad, whenever you're angry or upset. I even know sometimes what made you upset. I want to keep you happy. To see that smile of yours. To hold your hand. To go places with you. To be in bed with you. in your embrace. to be with you, emotionally, physically, mentally. Be mine.

That night, when you cried to me about your grandparents, i wanted to hold you, to hig you and comfort you. to kiss you and tell you everything's gonna be all right.

That time when we laughed together and talked for endless hours, I want to do that everyday.

Your smile. Your smile when i bought your favourite biscuits. I want to see that again.

I love hearing your rants after the day ends, amd you're all tired and weared out, I want to hear those everyday.

You hear all my rants and talks. even the things i feel like are unnecessary, you hear them too.

When we fought, you stayed. You stayed and figured it out with me.You stayed.

I remember the time when things weren't great at my family, and you comforted me.

I want to be with you. Be with me please. I want to kiss you on your forehead, to play with your hair, have you lay down on my lap. To have you in my arms at the end of the day. To come home to you even when we're both tired, but seeing your mere smile would fix that. To talk to you endlessly on calls, To laugh and cry and to love and fight with you.

Be mine.

From: A

as an empath there are many bony fish species i can’t make eye contact with because their emotions flood my brain at such high pressure it gives me nosebleeds but cartilaginous fish are no problem as 700 years ago i was a smalltooth sawfish

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