and we kissed so nothing could fall not even us my love

I want to lay my head on your chest and rest my hand on your stomach. Not even in a sexual way just in a I want to be close to you and feel your stomach rise when you breathe and hear your heart beating. I want to nestle my face against your neck and gently kiss it and feel you pull me closer as I do. I want to lay so close to you that we don’t know where I end and you start and there’s absolutely no distance between us anymore and I feel safe as if nothing bad could ever happen to us. I want to hold your hand and rub my finger against yours and kiss you goodnight. I want to fall asleep beside you and when I wake up I want your beautiful face to be the first thing I see, so I can kiss your forehead and watch you try to open your tired eyes as a small smile stretches across your face and you bury your head in your pillow with a soft “baby it’s too early.” I want to spend my days laughing with you and my nights kissing you. I want to be with you today, tomorrow, and the rest of forever. You’re my home, my soulmate, my forever. You’re my sunshine, my girl, my love. It’s you. You’re all I need.
—  10:30 thoughts about you 💕
I am constantly falling more love in these little moments. The bad days, they don’t matter so much anymore. At the end of this all, when the sun collapses in on itself and when Earth ends, none of it will matter. When I think about how minuscule we really are, how none of this really matters because one day there will be no trace of us, I crave the little moments even more. Hold my hand tight, let me run and kiss you like I haven’t seen you in years even if its only been a few days or hours. Scream I love you with me from every rooftop. You and I, we could so love loudly that even on the day the earth ends, we’ll still be heard. Make one last shout into the void with me, that even when nothing else matters, when nothing else feels real, you and I and this and us, we are real. And we are here. I’m falling in love with these little moments, with you, with the way you made something matter. You made it feel real. We are minuscule, pieces of dust, and I know the earth will still end and none of this will be here. But we’re here. We’re real.
—  the moth dies in the end // it was all real // it is all real.