sweaty, stolen, smiling.
The best feeling is coming home from a run.
When it's 75 out. Being so satisfied that you just ran all your anger out.
I fucking love it.
I love walking into a cold house with sweat dripping down my forehead and neck.
& I sware, every single time I get home from a run, I can feel little beads of seat dripped down the middle crease of my back.
I love it. Beat red face, and still catching my breath.
Every thing I touch leaves a trace of me behind.
I love coming home & listening to "stolen" & knowing I'm loved. I'm ever so loved.
Although he isn't here, he still loves me. Oh my, he does.
& I really do love him.
ever so much.
When it's 75 out. Being so satisfied that you just ran all your anger out.
I fucking love it.
I love walking into a cold house with sweat dripping down my forehead and neck.
& I sware, every single time I get home from a run, I can feel little beads of seat dripped down the middle crease of my back.
I love it. Beat red face, and still catching my breath.
Every thing I touch leaves a trace of me behind.
I love coming home & listening to "stolen" & knowing I'm loved. I'm ever so loved.
Although he isn't here, he still loves me. Oh my, he does.
& I really do love him.
ever so much.