-It’s sunsets with you, Maybe on the beach
-A playlist made specifically for watching the moon with you
-Patience
-Intoxicating nights of just nothing but our sheets
-Laughing on the couch while you play your music in the background
-Jealous remarks but knowing we belong to each other completely
-You singing (this will be my favorite I’m sure)
-Drunk and Morgan wallen
-Sarcastic use of my words that become your lingo too
-Words I wont be able to hold back
-It’s you playing guitar “somewhat okay” and me listening blissfully
-You and I on your bedroom floor
-5am and the sunrise from my window
-Eyes gazing into each other and not a single thing said
-A nervous first kiss
-Hands slightly grazing, Waiting for the other to hold on
-It’s you, anxiety filled but I still love you anyway
-It’s me, anxiety filled but you still love me anyway

It's a Sunday morning.
I   am sitting by the window with the sun on my face and a good book in my hand. You're across the room in bed, about to wake up to a cup of coffee.
All the sadness is gone,
We are happy.

Honestly I didn't know how
so many things could fit inside of me,
how so much sadness could be in my heart
how much rage and frustration could welt my soul
but I knew that they were wrong
and that not many could ever understand.

I talk about you,
I let balloons go
I write to you
I send letters into space,
I speak to the sky
Knowing you'll get it.