I went on a walk with my boyfriend today.
There were lots of trees and it was really pretty, then blosson starting blowing everywhere around us like snow, it looked so perfect and romantic he turned and said ‘quick,kiss me!’ So i obliged of course.
First thing that crossed my mind …. This would have been an awesome tumblr photo!
When you first fall in love, you offer up your whole unbroken heart willingly as soon as you start falling.
But after that heart gets broken the process is different, your heart is guarded, you won’t simply give it away…
Instead it has to be stolen. Piece by broken piece, taken from behind those walls you put up, until eventually it is held in the hands of someone who fought for it. Who stole your heart even when you were unwilling to let them, because they gave you no choice.
The way they treated you.
Their honesty.
Their lovingness.
The way they held you.
The sweet nothing’s they whispered.
Those looks.
Those kisses.
That thing you said once 3 months ago, he just brought up.
His promises.
Eventually the broken heart is pieced together, and held in the hands of the man who let you learn to love again.
Let’s commit the perfect crime.
I’ll steal your heart, you steal mine?
