I don’t want to change how I love you.
please, please don’t.
I can only be me. I can only be tender with you.
nobody has loved me like you.
Laragh McCann - Elle France by Dan Martensen, April 2012
(via blkbrn)
“Her gown is here, she left her gown here, her Christian Dior gown. I held it and inhaled deeply. Don’t ever think this was an illusion, it wasn’t. Don’t think that this wasn’t real. It was very, very real. The gown smells like her skin. Being near her ‘golden glow’ was extraordinary and very time I was near her I had forgotten how beautiful it felt. What true heaven it is to hold her naked body against mine. so, so beautiful. Really, I hope one part of you can remember that. it’s funny, even now, I don’t, I can’t. will I ever ? Already, what was happening 24 hours ago, seems, so long ago. all these chunks of time, are movies unto themselves. I’ll never really understand any of this.”
—( Old Journal Entry )