A day without you is almost unbearable. I hate to think of a day that I dont think of you. Even if you arent with me, you’re still with me. Because you are in my thoughts. Its way too cliche to say that you’re in my heart. So, I won’t say it. However it is cliche for a reason. I think I’m becoming cliche; I say the same thing to you over and over. I hope for change, I beg for the day that you see me. I want the day where I can say I knew along and that’s why I stayed. It hurts to think that may never come true.
I remember telling you today, that there are moments when I look at you everything melts away and there’s just you. You said it’s like that with your favorite musicians. So, it’s fair to say that you are my favorite person. I can tell you that you make me the happiest of all. I want to grow old with you. I want to get into fights with you. I want you to hurt me. I want you to make me a fool. I want you to tease me. I want to walk with you. I want to watch videos with you. I want to see the sun rise with you…I’ve already seen sunset with you. I want to be the only ones in a crowded room. I want you to tell me to come over. You to grab my arm. For you to beg me to stay. I know it wont be today but i dream it will happen one day. You are my nightmare I never want to wake up from….
“In silence and in darkness we loved each other and as I traced her bones with my palm I wondered what time would do to skin that was so new to me. Could I ever feel any less for this body? Why does ardour pass? Time that withers you will wither me. We will fall like ripe fruit and roll down the grass together. Dear friend, let me lie beside you watching the clouds until the earth covers us and we are gone.”—Written on the Body by Jeanette Winterson (via serialstranger)