subliminal.

sometimes letters to crushes says it best.

" lust is fleeting. it is "in the moment." it is summer nights and endless roads. lust is lipstick and pop music. it is hearts drawn in a notebook, a different name inside every week. it is getting a phone number. lust is messed up hair and sandy feet. it is condom wrappers and drunk-dialing. it is regret, regret, regret. love, on the other hand, is the possibility of forever. it is running errands on a week day just to see each other for an hour. it is holding hands under the table. love is a white dress and candlelight. it is a wish at 11:11, the same one every single night. it is stargazing on a blanket. love is beautiful and poetic and terribly tragic all at the same time. it is new or old, planned out or accidental, hidden or proclaimed to the world. it is not to be confused with lust. love and lust can be linked. love needs a little passion to keep it going, and lust can be the start of something real. but even with all of the intertwined emotions, i know how i feel when i stand in front of you."