It’s depressing to think that us as a species is vastly insignificant in the grand scheme of the universe. A fucking meteor could decimate the entire planet in an instant tomorrow and time would not stop, the sun would not stop, the universe would keep going for eons…We’re just along for the ride.
I think of you when I go to bed. I can’t fall asleep because I think of you. I think of all the things we could do once we meet. I think of you when I listen to music. When I hear the song “Lips of an Angel”, I can’t help but think of you. “It’s really good to hear your voice, sayin’ my name, it sounds so sweet coming from the lips of an angel, hearing those words, it makes me weak.” I think of you at school. Sitting with my friends at lunch, I think of what it would be like with you there. I think of you when I hear the word “skype”. I think of all the times we’ve skyped, and I get a goofy grin on my face. I think of your smile. Your adorable smile that you greet me with when we skype. I’ve stopped thinking about that time when we were crying together on skype. I love your happy face better. Obviously, huh? I think of you when I see water guns and all the fun we could have with them. I think of you at random times. I think of you in class. About how it would be like if you sat in front of me, or behind, and we would be holding hands and passing notes. I think of you when I draw. I think of all the ways I could draw you, or both of us together. It’d be a challenge to draw myself, but it would be worth it for your smile. For you. I think of you and what it would be like to wear a sweatshirt of yours. I think of you when I wear my beanie. I think of you wanting my other one. That I sorta lost. (I know it’s somewhere!) I think of you when I’m in Spanish. I think of that one time when you told me you write “yes” as an answer. I do that now whenever I don’t know something. I think of you when I’m at a park. How we would half-heartily swing while eating ice cream. I think of you when I’m at a mall. We would have so much fun there. You’d give me a piggy back ride if I wanted one. I think of you when I see couples. I think about how we’d be the cutest couple. I think of you that when you’re reading this poem, you’d be grinning up a storm. I just know it. When I’m all alone, I think of you. <3
Think the best kind of romantic relationship anyone could have is when a friendship is formed first, and when you know just a lot of things about that person. When you know what he or she is like when they’re pissed off. When they’re sad. When you’re sad. Etc. I personally don’t think a relationship will last if you’re only looking to be romantic with that person. I think the best relationship is when it accidentally comes. When you both aren’t looking for someone just because you’re lonely or you want to have sex. You want to actually know the person first. You want to laugh with them. I just realized I had described mine and soulpatchman’s relationship thing we have.