I just want to be loved the right way. I want to come home to all of the windows open, the curtains swaying in the wind and the scent of apple pie drifting down the hall. I want to be loved even when I’m quiet and deep in thought gardening. I want a love that admires simplicity.
Give me a love that is two cups of coffee gone cold because we decided to make love on the kitchen floor. Show me a love that fills the spaces between my ribs with passion.
A love that doesn’t fade in the night but whispers “forever” as we fall asleep.
where the romance never dies and the roses never wilt - dah (via whisperingbones)