i've got something in my throat

Sometimes I just want someone to hold me. To curve their body into mine, into the perfect spoon. To just sleep with their breath in my ear, their hands across my breast, close to them, so close but so comfortable. To know that they're there. That when I come home, I will have someone to keep warm. Someone to rub their feet against mine, telling me about their dreams, telling me whatever is on their mind, making me laugh, making me feel...

I want to feel wanted.

Needed.

Like it's just natural to be together when you are. You fall into each other like it's the only way to be. No drama, no jealousy, no anger. Just the idea that you both want and need each other the exact same way.

"Oh, there's a hole inside my boat. 

I need to stay afloat."

Staring at the stars

"Are you okay?" She asked, as I was staring into space.

"I'm fine. Just lost in thought." 

"Who were you thinking about?" She teased. 

"No one," I changed the subject.

But I was thinking about someone, and how I was sorry, and how I missed them, and wanted their arms wrapped around me, and for us to fight about it, and sort it, and kiss it better, and for them to know how I'm feeling and that I'm sorry and sad. 

I really do wear my heart on my face. It says it all.

show me the money!

“My whole life I’ve been trying to talk… really talk. But no one wants to listen.”

—	"Jerry Maguire", (1996, Cameron Crowe)

I finally saw Jerry Maguire.

I loved it. I didn't know what to expect. But I fell in love with it, and Cuba Gooding Jnr.