(trying to smile)
It's okay . . . It's okay . . . It's okay. It's just like waking up, right?
My memory has always failed me, except now I can't remember a time when you weren't everything.
You say you're damaged, but you feel too good to be true. Can I feel this good? If I'm damaged too?
Turning my back to the rat race. Headstrong towards unknown. Wrapped in your comfort and on my journey.
I’m super excitable sometimes and I’m not apologizing for it, ever again... But you, you never make me.
Being with you is like having the most wonderful dream, but I'm awake. I've been literally losing sleep because I don't want to stop living the dream. So I stay awake, lest I fall asleep and wake up from you.
One of my favorite things is laughing with you...laughing at you...you laughing at me...I smile when you laugh even if I don't think whatever it is you're laughing at is funny because the sound alone warms my heart.
It's the words said very casually, without a second thought. Then everything in your brain comes to a halt. You control your expression, you steady your breath, lest you give yourself away. In that moment you know how you see this person is forever changed.