Constantly Going Back And Forth. Please Show Me A Sign That Youre Here. Talk To Me. Anything. Or Reach

Constantly going back and forth. Please show me a sign that you’re here. Talk to me. Anything. Or reach out when you’re ready.

“I don’t understand you.” I did not ask to be understood. I’m asking you to be patient. Then maybe you’ll understand me once you’ve taken the time to get to know me.

The question is. Will I let you in again?

I don’t know. Do you deserve it?

Yes please!!

Ryat Alexander Archer + Blakely Rae Archer

“My girl has proven that I own her, and I can’t wait to show her just what that means”

“She will be my wife, I’ll fuck over anyone in my way”

“You, Blakely Rae Archer, are my Heaven”

“Earlier in the shower made me realize I’ve gone fucking soft on you, Blake. Know why?” — “Because you cried, because another man tried to hurt you. That’s what i’m trying to protect you from. I should be your biggest threat. But instead, I’m falling in love with you”

“She’s mine. It’s just that simple”

“You thought I’d kill for you, but not die for you?” — “Silly girl”

“I’d set the world on fire, including myself, if it meant saving her”

“You serve and obey me. I protect and own you”

Personal vent: Don’t worry about it.

You believe that I only liked you in one way, but I wanted you in every single way. I wanted on your good and bad days. I wanted to run my fingers through your hair as your head lays in my lap. I made a list of movies and shows I want to watch with you. I would get excited every single time we would call or you would text me. I made a list of your top love languages, movies and favorite colors. I wanted to watch Bridgerton with you, which is all about romance. I drew a picture of you. I wanted to express these things to you, but I didn’t want to get ahead of myself incase you did not feel the same. I would daydream scenarios in my head. I remember the exact moment I fell for you.

Now I have to forget about you because you disrespected me. Don’t disrespect me. I will drop you so fast.

I didn’t deserve that and you know it.

If your top love language is physical touch, and so is mine; why aren’t we holding hands?

Running fingers through course yet soft hair, tracing finger tips across skin, soft kisses turning into rough passionate kisses. Forehead kisses. Intertwining fingers. Arm around waist. Pulling each other closer.

Fuck that’s all I want. Lay your head in my lap and let me play with your hair as you fall asleep, feeling forever loved. Wrap your arms around me and never let me go.

Be gentle with my heart, or never speak to me again. You choose. I don’t care either way. <33