I am terrible at expressing emotions and affection. Every word seems so cold and even the simple ‘I love you’ comes off passionless. I’m not a poet or anything, but describing my infatuation with restless nights and sappy comparisons to nature is more romantic and flattering that those three words said too much.
I just want to see you, so badly. We don’t even have to talk. We can just sit next to each. We could just hold hands on the couch. Just being near you would be perfect. Or we could have sex. That would be nice too.
I don’t have my whole future planned out or anything, but I know that I want you in it. I want to wake up next to you in our queen size bed and be able to kiss you good morning. Depending on how I feel, I might make you breakfast; and if not, we can shower together, get dressed and walk down to that cute little cafe we like. We’ll people watch from our balcony. When you’re stressed out I can massage you and more than likely it will lead to sex. We’ll talk about our day every night in bed and it will be perfect.
I love every part of you,
including the things you hate
about yourself
and the past
you never want to discuss.
It’s weird when you become so attached to someone. Their happiness becomes your happiness, ya know? You cry when they cry, and you’ll go to the ends of the earth protect them before yourself; without hesitation. You can’t go a day with out thinking of them and you can’t sleep without dreaming of them. They become a part of you that keeps you whole and makes you feel alive. It’s weird.
Sometimes I just need reassurance. I need to hear every once in a while that everything will be okay. I need to know that you’re keeping your word and you’re waiting for me. I over think it, I get sad and then I get angry. This is just so hard. I need to know that I’m not losing you. Not yet, not now.
