Liz's Litterings of Alliteration

Insomnia part deux

Since when did it become so hard to sleep alone?

'i love you'

les-vieux-os:

penguinprostitution:

Before you, nothing scared me more than those three little words ‘I love you’. Whenever someone said ‘I love you’ to me, it was always a question. The silence that followed was taut with tension and heavy with expectation. An answer was expected from me, I knew. I was expected to utter those three little words right back.

With you, however, it wasn’t a question. You spoke those words slowly, allowing me to savour the waves of pleasure the syllables sparked off in my heart. There was nothing left for me to say but the truth. I whispered those three words back at you.