Imagine if I were you and you were me.
I saw what you saw and felt what you felt.
And finally I could understand you and why you do these things to me.
And you could know where I'm coming from and why I do these things I do.

Having someone to sit beside you is nice.
Having someone to wipe your tears away is great.
Having someone to hug you to sleep at night is wonderful.
But trust me, being that someone feels even better.

I look at you and I think nobody will ever love you like I do.
I am going to be the person who loves you the most of your entire life.
I don't believe that other people are capable of loving like me.
It would be a terrible mistake for you to ignore something like that. 

I look at you and I think, 
I will never open to anyone like I opened up for you.
I will never let anyone in like this.

To tell you the truth,
I don’t have much to offer. But I’ll still give you everything I’ve got. 
Even if it’s barely a thing at all.
I'll give you late nights, good laughs,
Someone to talk to, someone to care for, 
Someone who will always be there,
A hand to hold, somebody to lean on. 
Nothing fancy.
And if that’s not enough, just know you have all of me.
I hope that’s enough.

That feeling.

You know, the feeling where all you can think about is how you can make them happier.

That feeling when you get a text, and automatically hope it's them.

And when it's not, you're disappointed.

That feeling when you just sit and stay online, waiting for them to pop up.

That feeling when you go to sleep thinking of them.

And hoping they're thinking of you too.

Yeah, that feeling. 

When I give, it doesn't come with strings.
I'm not keeping track of what you owe me.
When I give, I choose to do so without ulterior motives.

I give because I'm genuine.
I give because I know what it's like to be without
To long for and be ignored
To speak and not be heard
To care for and have nothing returned.

When I give it's because I get it.
It's because I know the value in what I have in my heart.
I refuse to let the world stop me from sharing that.

But when things start being taken for granted
When you no longer appreciate my sincerity
I won't switch, I won't get angry, and I won't be spiteful.

I'll get smart, and I'll change your role in my life.
Because when I give, I'm all in
But when I'm done, there's no looking back.

I want to be with somebody who I can open up to and be myself around without being uncomfortable since I'm a bit of a mess.

I want to be with somebody who actually understands me, who doesn't mind listening to my pointless rants over and over. 

I want to be with somebody who treats me like I'm someone exceptional even though I don't have much to offer.

I want to be with somebody, that's you.

I miss you when something really good happens, because you're the one I want to share it with.

I miss you when something is troubling me, because you're the one who understands me so well.

I miss you when I laugh and cry, because I know that you're the one that makes my laughter grow, and my tears disappear.

I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when I lay awake at night, and think of all the wonderful times that we spent with each other for those were some of the best and most memorable times of my life.

We are not defined by skype or video calls

or text messages or distance.

I won't let those things change us or the lack of those things. 

I miss you like hell and I love you like heaven 

but that doesn't change the fact that sometimes it gets difficult

or the fact that I get mad over the smallest things. 

I know this is all worth it.

We seem crazy and sometimes insane but I don't care.

I love you I love you I love you.

It's worth it because I know that someday you will find the marks that cover my torso

or the scars that cover my hips.

My love for you saves me and sinks me

but when I'm done at the bottom, I find you have not left me.

Despite the number of texts we send in a day or

the number of times I hear your voice,

I will love you.

I will love you more than I hate the miles.

I sit here and I think about how much I love you
Your eyes
Your hair
Your voice
Your smile
Your body
Your mind
Your soul
Your laugh
Your heart
All the things you say
All the things you do,
Everything.
From the very tips of your toes,
to the very top of your head.
I am in love with every aspect of you,
even the parts that you have grown to hate.

I don't want to be called perfect,
or beautiful or special.
We have overused those words
to the point where their meanings
no longer hold the eloquence
they used to.

Instead I want to be called
breathtaking,
or alluring
or unparalleled.

I want to be called something
like that so then
I know that I'm not
average to them.

I'm not 'perfect'
because that would
be too easy of a
word to think up.
I want to know that they
have spent their time
thinking of me
wondering about me
and imaging me.

You have no idea how much you cross my mind.
Just the thought of you gives me warm feelings and fluttering butterflies in my stomach.
I look forward to talking to you every time, everyday, every night,  every minute if I could.
You brighten up my days when I seem to be down.
You provide me with comfort with your presence. 
You're someone I want to keep in my life.
You're simply amazing. 

Tell me about your passions.
Tell me what makes you tick.
Tell me all the things you've discovered about yourself, 
after all these years of searching. 

Why do you do the things you do, 
and how did you get to be such a beautiful creature?

I never have to trim my nails 
because of the anxiety that
has made itself at home
in the pit of my stomach.

While tapping my feet,
I watch the clock slowly tick
and the breath in my lungs feels
thick and coated with doubt.

But soon, 
my time will come
and my eager feet
will carry me to a place where
hope fills my lungs 
and i'll breathe with ease.

Because eventually, 
everything is going
to work itself out.

Everything will always be okay in the end,
If you allow it to be.

When you meet the other half of your soul,

you will understand why all other lovers had to let you go.

When you meet the one who deserves your heart,

you will understand why you and all the others have to be apart.

If you're feeling frightened about what comes next, don't be.
Embrace the uncertainty.
Allow it to lead you places.
Be brave as it challenges you to exercise both your heart and your mind as you create your own path towards happiness.
Don't waste time with regret.
Spin wildly into your next action.
Enjoy the present, each moment, as it comes; 
because you'll never get another one quite like it.
And if you should ever look up and find yourself lost,
simply take a breathe and start over.
Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart.
Where your hope lives, you'll find your way again.

I think I fall in love with you even more when I catch you in small moments. 
When you think no one's looking at you, when you absently fix your hair or when you try so hard to open your eyes when you're really really sleepy.

There's something beautiful about a person who is lost in a thought,
or adjusting their shirt, or is scratching a phantom itch on their arm,
or even someone who is looking at someone else like I am looking at you.

When I was younger I'd put my arms in my shirt and imagine that I lost my arms.

I would restart the video game whenever I know I was going to lose.

I would sleep with all my toys so none of them would get offended. 

I had that one pen with six colors, and tried to push all the buttons at once.

I poured my soda into the cap and acted like I was taking shots.

I would wait behind a door to scare someone, but soon leave because they were taking too long or I had to pee.

I would fake being asleep, so I would be carried to bed.

I used to think that the moon followed the car.

I would watch those two drops of rain roll down the window and pretend it was a race. 

I used to swallow fruit seeds and get scared that a tree was going to grow on me.

Remember when we were kids and couldn't wait to grow up? 

What were we thinking?