The Story of You

The Story of You 

 

The story of you has many layers, more of which I hope to hear about some day. 

I miss the stories about your life, when you shared those painful and happy memories with me. 

Breadcrumb stories, left incomplete, leaving a trail to follow to learn more about the man I love; hanging on every word you say. 

I loved listening to you tell me about your life before, the life that was built on tragedy. 

 

When you talked about you, shred with me the story of you, my admiration for the man you’ve become, grew. 

Those little pieces of our life, those memories were treasures to me, building on to the love I already had. 

I hope someday, you’ll tell me more stories and finish the ones you started, so I can continue to learn about you. 

Someday, I would like to hear them all, to see the big picture of how you became this amazing man, that has a heart so big; yet often feels so sad! 

 

I want to the piece together in the stories of you, to better understand who you are and why you do all that you do. 

I truly hope someday, you’ll believe in me enough to open back up and share those stories with me. 

Give me more breadcrumbs to follow, piece by piece, getting the full story; slowly learning more about you. 

Learning about your past, your present and your aspirations for the future; learning how to love you right because it’s by your side, I want to be. 

 

I want to be the happy, peaceful, loving part in the story of you! 

  

-Angela Stull 

 

Miss You Most

Miss You Most 

 

When I wake up from a beautiful dream about you, to find it was only a dream, that’s when I miss you most. 

I miss you most when my world is crumbling and all I want is for my mind to stop so I can have some peace. 

When I’m working on a drawing for my book, I miss you most when it’s one of you; sometimes those become part of a blog post. 

I miss you most when it’s been a while since I’ve seen you and I’m craving your touch, and our mutual sweet, blessed release! 

 

I miss you most when I’m falling asleep without your arms around me, only your music playing in the background. 

When the moon is shining bright, I love to look up at it; that’s when I miss you most, wishing we could be looking up at the beautiful moon together. 

I miss you most when I’m waiting to hear from you, waiting to hear when we can meet up, when you’ll have time to come around. 

Every minute of every day is when I miss you most, because you, amazing you, are everything I ever wanted and more, I just want you; forever! 

 

-Angela Stull 

My Promise

 My Promise  

 

My promise is to always be here when you need me; night or day. 

My promise is to love you no matter what, until the end of time because souls never die. 

My promise is to always be the one you can turn to for strength, love, peace, and comfort; that’s why I’m here to stay. 

My promise is to be the best version of myself in order to help you to be the best version of you, even if it takes me a few tries. 

 

My promise is never to abandon you, never ghost you, never leave you wondering what is wrong with you. 

My promise is to make sure you know you are loved, cherished, adored and appreciated; every day. 

My promise is to never give up on you because you are worth my time, my effort and my love too! 

My promise is no matter how hard it gets, no matter the challenges we must face, I will be by your side; and with that there isn’t much you can say! 

 

My promise is to never play games with your feelings or your heart. 

My promise is to prove to you from this point forward, that you’re the one I want, the one I need, the one I love; every day! 

My promise is to never let you feel less than, never let you feel replaceable; because baby, no one could ever replace you, that has been clear to me from the start. 

My promise is unending love, and to be whatever you need, whenever you need, because babe, I’m here to stay! 

 

My Promise 

 is to love you through it all, for eternity! 

 

-Angela Stull

Your Touch

 Your Touch 

 

Your touch is what I need, to feel your hands on my skin, the caress of your thumb on my face. 

I need to feel the warmth of your skin against mine, quieting my mind, giving me a break from the mess inside my head. 

Your touch is like magic, stopping time, making everything go at our pace. 

Saying more than words ever could, your touch is amazing; in and out of bed. 

 

Your touch is just one of my favorite things about you, but it was my first. 

That very first night we met, and you caressed my face and held my cold hands. 

Your touch made my heart melt and made me feel a true tenderness, so being without it is the worst. 

To think it was your touch that was my first favorite thing, it trumped your arms like Dom’s and the fact that you have your own band! 

 

Your touch is what reminds me of the love we have, even when there is time, distance and your stubbornness keeping up apart. 

Your touch and your soul deep eyes tell me of your love even when you to try to hide it behind your ego. 

Your touch reminds me that there is something real between us and that’s why you have my heart. 

It may be hard for us, and we are far from home plate, but your touch doesn’t lie, and we started this dance almost a year ago! 

-Angela Stull