I don't want phenomenal love confessions and expensive gifts and romantic moonlight walks and songs you wrote just for me and calls every five minutes to tell me you miss me. I simply want you, for the rest we'll see.
I fell for your thoughts, the way that you said my name, how you make me speechless. I ache to be inside your mind, hear the whisper of every thought, get lost in your deepest desires. I want you lying down next to me.
Blood Orange Sangria - must do Sweet Eats 6 blood oranges 2 bottles of pinot grigio 1 cup club soda cup brandy 12 ounces of strawberries, sliced 1 pint of raspberries 1 apple, chopped cup sugar, for glass Fruit