Far Away

I want to rest my head on your shoulder but your shoulder is too far away.

I Wanted….

Someone who would understand everything that makes me who I am and appreciates me the way that I am, with all my quirks and my madness…

Someone who would let me be me and wouldn’t judge me…

Someone who would make me more energetic instead of draining the energy out of me…

Someone I’d grow old with, but with whom I would never feel old…

That someone is you.

I love you!

Nervous Butterflies

In a few weeks I’ll be leaving the only home  have ever known to be with you. I have to admit it’s a little scary and I have those nervous butterflies but I’ve never been so sure of anything. I’ve finally come to understand the difference between dread and fear. I feel those butterflies fluttering around inside of me. But they don’t make me want to run the other direction, like the fear has done before. I realize that the fear I feel is only surface level and those butterflies make me want to press myself as close as I can to you – skin to skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, because when I do that, the butterflies quiet their wings and they let me feel you. Feel all of you. I want to be with you, I want all of you.

I love you so much. 

Only You

When I see you, the world stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There’s nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The world just stops and there is only you. Just you and my eyes staring at you. When I’m not with you, the world starts again and I don’t like it as much. I can live in it but I don’t like it. I just walk around in it, and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love it when it stops. It’s the best thing I’ve ever known or ever felt, the best thing.

I don’t like being apart from you, not hearing your voice, not having you close. Just to be with you, I ache for it. I’m tired of waking up alone. 

You See Me


You see me. You know every single detail about me. Not because I tell you or constantly remind you, but because you pay attention. You see who am I. You see what others are to busy or to blind to see. You see me.

I love you.

What Matters

People always say that, when you love someone, nothing in the world matters. But that’s not true, is it? You know, and I know, that when you love someone, everything in the world matters a little bit more.

I love you!

My Dreams

Another morning, another evening in which you walked through my dreams like you own them … and perhaps you do.

And after I have woken up, put my clothes on, and walked to the kitchen to start the coffee, your arms are still around me and your hands are still in my hair. The things you said to me, during our three weeks together, still ring in my head and heart. While I get the coffee ready, your arms go around my breasts and your face in my neck. And I wonder, sometimes, if I turn around that you will be there, behind me. I could put my back to the counter and face you again. To see you, touch you, and kiss you.

 But whenever I turn around, you’re not there.

I look forward to that now not-so-distant day, the day I walk off that plane and into your arms, the day we will be together and never be apart again.

I love you.

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