• itsrafiki 22w

    Sometimes we miss being loved;
    The kind of love where there's so much passion, the kind of love that distinguishes moments of comfort, peace and safety.
    The kind of love that does not comprise of damsels in distress swooning in lonely lodges, postillion slaughtered all along the road, horses ridden to death on every page, gloomy forests, troubles of the heart rather have vows, sobs, tears, kisses, rowing-boats in the moonlight, nightingales in the grove, gentlemen brave as lions and gentle as lambs, too virtuous to be true, invariably well-dressed, and weeping like fountains.
    The kind of love that lasts forever, the kind of love that is healing and fulfilling.