I wanna know everything.
I wanna know when you knew you loved me. I wanna know why you love me. How you love. I wanna know what you love about me. I wanna know what made you realize you love me. I wanna know if you daydream about the future. I wanna know if you stare at me and think about me. I wanna know what you think if you do stare. I wanna know if want to be with me for a long time. I wanna know if you think about me before you go to bed and while you fall asleep. I wanna know if you smile at your phone when I text you. I wanna know if you wake up in the middle of the night and want to call me just because you wanna hear my voice. I wanna know if you think of me in the middle of the day and smile because you miss me. I wanna know if you’re falling really hard for me. I wanna know if want me for the rest of our life. I wanna know if you think I’m the one. I wanna know if you do everything I explained because I do.
—  L.m.s
Maybe I’m in love with the way he smiles, the curve of his mouth and the ever so subtle appearance of his dimples. Maybe I’m in love with the way he runs his hand through his hair nervously whenever he’s about to speak. Maybe I’m in love with his freckles that scatter his face like stars in the night sky. Maybe I’m in love with the way he talks, the way his lips form words and the captivating sound of his voice. Maybe I’m in love with the way he walks, confident but not cocky. Maybe I’m in love with the shyness that surrounds his exterior, but underneath, he’s the funniest person I know. Maybe I’m in love with the way he laughs, the incandescently happy and pure sound. Maybe I’m in love with his gentleness, his compassion, his intelligent. Maybe, just maybe, I’m in love with him. (But he’ll never know.)
—  things I hate to admit
We’re driving. And it’s hot, so hot, and there’s a peek of a red strap under my dress. And I see him glance at my thighs and the street lights cast glow on his face. 
I’ve just met him again, but I feel like I’ve known him forever. The way his voice dips and sways. He’s the first in a while that is a challenge to keep up with. But I am prepared. 
You see, when I’m with him, time stands still. I feel for once content, mesmerized, like everything might be ok. And I don’t know how he will be in ten years but I see him now in front of me. 
He’s messy and guarded and a little too prideful, but he’s breaking and honest. He’s always thinking too hard and will say anything except for what he’s really feeling.
There are people around us but we’re here, somehow separate and my god, it’s wonderful. His eyes are sleepy but excited and I know I want to love him, but I don’t think either of us know how.
—  This Could All Just Be In My Head Anyways