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You.
I've been chasing you in every person I've dated in the past four years. Pretty blonde girls with blue eyes and pale skin, gorgeous messes, girls with some slight hint of artistic talent no matter how vacant it was. But they never measured up.
Their hair was never natural, their eyes never that startling, earthshaking shade of blue, none as talented, and not a one, who could pull off the morning after even half as well.
And so every single time, I always came back to the thought of you.
There was this point about a month and a half ago where I threw my hands up and stopped fighting gravity. I quit trying to escape the gravitational pull of you. I gave in. I'm done trying to escape velocity.
I told myself I would never find anyone like you in this world; only vague tainted essences that would leave me feeling empty.
And so I bought a ticket to the middle of nowhere because I needed you. I've always had this need for you that I've never understood. A need for your acceptance, your approval, your attention.
I love you like I miss you, even now. I've always always missed you. I miss you when you're right next to me. I miss you when you close your eyes, and I miss you when you look away from me, when your lips leave mine.
I want to marry you. I want to have children with you. Perfect, beautiful children that we can teach about the little things in life. About how much more they matter than what society deems important. The little pleasures; like how buttercups reflect on the bottom of your chin if 'you like butter.' And how to make daisy chains, and how you don't have to crouch to catch fireflies.
I want you to be the one I turn to when life is hard. I want to be able to be anywhere in the world and feel at home when I look at you. I want to see things with you, places, meet people. I want to share every single tiny beauty I find in the trail of the sun and the glint of the moonlight.
I want to sit on a porch swing with you when we're old and drink sun tea.
I want to level to 80 with you.
I guess, I'm in deeper than I thought I was. Because at this point, there is no turning back.
You, are the means to the end.
Happy Anniversary baby. Its been a long time coming.
Their hair was never natural, their eyes never that startling, earthshaking shade of blue, none as talented, and not a one, who could pull off the morning after even half as well.
And so every single time, I always came back to the thought of you.
There was this point about a month and a half ago where I threw my hands up and stopped fighting gravity. I quit trying to escape the gravitational pull of you. I gave in. I'm done trying to escape velocity.
I told myself I would never find anyone like you in this world; only vague tainted essences that would leave me feeling empty.
And so I bought a ticket to the middle of nowhere because I needed you. I've always had this need for you that I've never understood. A need for your acceptance, your approval, your attention.
I love you like I miss you, even now. I've always always missed you. I miss you when you're right next to me. I miss you when you close your eyes, and I miss you when you look away from me, when your lips leave mine.
I want to marry you. I want to have children with you. Perfect, beautiful children that we can teach about the little things in life. About how much more they matter than what society deems important. The little pleasures; like how buttercups reflect on the bottom of your chin if 'you like butter.' And how to make daisy chains, and how you don't have to crouch to catch fireflies.
I want you to be the one I turn to when life is hard. I want to be able to be anywhere in the world and feel at home when I look at you. I want to see things with you, places, meet people. I want to share every single tiny beauty I find in the trail of the sun and the glint of the moonlight.
I want to sit on a porch swing with you when we're old and drink sun tea.
I want to level to 80 with you.
I guess, I'm in deeper than I thought I was. Because at this point, there is no turning back.
You, are the means to the end.
Happy Anniversary baby. Its been a long time coming.
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