kat’s eye view

If I made my heart a home, I’d make it out of bricks.

Strong, safe, warm, and beautiful.

My walls would be built high and sturdy, so no matter how hard a big bad wolf huffs and puffs, he would never blow my house in.

You say my walls are too high and it’s impossible to get in.

But why do you worry, my love?

If my heart had a home, I’d say it was you.

Happily giving up your most coveted carne asada burrito so Lover doesn’t starve.

“It had no chance of survival once I bit into it” - D

bye bye burrito!

When tomorrow isn’t promised, forever doesn’t exist.

So, tell me what I like to hear. Right here right now, tonight, under the twilight, while we’re wrapped in each others arms for what could be the last time.

Tell me, tell me. Tell me you love me.

“I love you…” You whisper to me as you give in to the night.

If we live to see another, tell me again.

Tell me every night until forever ends.

Because you’re strong, I feel safe. Because you’re gentle, I feel cherished. Because you’re giving, I feel loved. Because you are the man you are, I feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

Even though today is your day, I feel that I received the greatest gift of all.

.You.

I want to be lyrics to the songs that you sing,
A page in your leather bound diary.

Give me your hand,
I’ll hand you my everything.

.all my love, all my life.

Sleeping on the couch…

So lover’s slumber is not disturbed when coming home during the wee hours of the night.

Seeing that one word on the screen of my phone made my heart sink to the pit of my stomach. A flurry of feelings pranced around my insides as I realized I was beginning to emulate Alice as she went into the rabbit hole.

My head knew that words such as “forever” and “always” did not exist in my world, for those words held empty promises leading blindly down a path of fabricated hope.

I allowed myself to indulge in the feeling a moment longer and entertained the contradiction of my truth. As my heart returned to my chest, I felt vulnerable; and I liked it.

The most memorable night of my life….

.thank u.

Waiting to use the restroom when lover is napping… just in case the flush might wake him.

His beautiful hazel eyes always look magnificent in the sunlight. But this day would be a different day. The day when his windows were rimmed crimson and salted raindrops stained his pane. 

My heart is weeping… 

His eyes define what words fail to express. They are like a tapestry woven together by strength, confidence, joy, love, comfort.. warmth. His warmth melted my soul, and that was when I knew. 

There is no escaping his gaze.

(Went to go visit Miss Lisa @ the Louvre, she has a major staring problem)