I’m not into monthsary’s. But it’s important to know when you start so you have something to look back on when it ends.
I’m damaged like that.
I don’t know if I’ve gotten over that notion yet.
I like the way you hold me.
You make me feel like nothing can ever hurt me.
I like the way you look at me.
You always make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world.
I like when we argue.
Our imperfections make us perfect.
I like the way you kiss me.
Because for once, it feels real.
I like who I am when I’m with you.
I don’t need to pretend.
I like being with you.
Because I can see myself with you and it doesn’t feel like a waste of time.
I like the way I smile with you.
It comes so easily.
You’re my first thought in the morning and last at night. It’s so funny how I let you do this to me.
The fact is, you make me feel a lot more than you know
Most of the time, I really don’t know what I want.
Most of the time, I don’t remember what I said or what I did.
Half of the time, I don’t know what the hell I’m doing or what I’m talking about or how I ended up talking about it to begin with.
But despite all the haziness in my chaotic world,
A few things are pretty much clear…
I know that I want you.
I know that I want to be with you.
I wake up in the mornings and I remember you. I remember your scent, how you look, how it feels to be beside you and how you make me feel.
I know that it doesn’t matter who I am or what I do, I know you’d still take me.
I know that these feelings are real.
And I know that in the midst of all this craziness, you make my life a lot more crazy. And I’m in love with the thought of it. ❤
I told myself that I would find a way to write down everything I felt about you and everything you make me feel. I told myself that I would divulge every knot in my stomach and every wish at 11:11 on 11.11.11 (yeah-huh) for you to read but I really just can’t.
I am slowly realizing that what I feel for you and everything we have can’t even be described. Not even a little bit. Not even if I tried. I don’t think I could find the right words to justify how happy you make me. Maybe that’s why I find you so special because for the first time in my life, I am at a loss for words.
Sometimes I wonder I could ever keep you with you or with the people you were with before. I wonder if I could make you as happy as they did. I don’t know but I’m willing to try.
For you, I’d be unconventional.
You are so amazing and I get butterflies and googley eyed just thinking about you.
I think it’s ok to forget sometimes.
Because at the end of the day, I’m always going to remember what my values are.
I think it’s ok to let go of yourself sometimes.
Because I’ll always know where to find myself.
I think it’s ok to be mad sometimes.
Because it makes the good things feel better.
I think it’s ok to be crazy sometimes.
Because I could never stand norms anyways.
I think it’s ok to think that you’re in love sometimes.
Because if it is love, I know one day when I’m all loved out, I wouldn’t mind falling in love with you over and over and over again.
How do you know for certain anyways?
I Have to stop jinxing my own happiness.
Every smile, laugh and giggle shouldn’t be so shortlived.
I need to start learning how to function in a relationship. or in life, all together.
I also need to stop walking around the house in my underwear. BUT IT’S SOO HOT!