People wonder why I love imagining my future. I truly wonder myself. Once I'm truly in love with someone and sure of it, I lay my future out with them. I lay it out like a map I have to follow for success. Of course the map has torn edges and missing spots. Maybe because I keep trying to pull out the same future for whoever is replacing you.

I want you. In each and every way someone could cling to another, I have wrapped myself around your heart... You fulfill my needs and desires in places where I've been empty for too **** long. I have a hope so deeply embedded in my soul that we will work out... And even if we don't get that chance, I recognize how lucky I am that you've accompanied me in the journey against life. Until then, hold me in your arms for what feels like eternity and tell me everything will be alright... whether it be true or not.

Spinning in this orbital that we call a universe. Planets revolve around the sun, and somehow in our minds, it's all perfectly set and aligned. What I don't understand most? Who figured all of this out? No human being has been to the planet of Venus, and none of us have been to Jupiter. Therefore, how does this diagram of a solar system make so much sense?... How does this concept of structured chaos remind me of nothing less than my feelings toward you?

So many problematic mysteries lie in my thoughts and troubled mind... In this chaos, I have seemed to lose myself over and over again, searching for a hope that maybe I may return to the self I once did behold in childlike eyes.

Among the mystical dystopia, you appear with your seraphic silhouette, standing between the clouded judgements so permanently engraved. In some august way, you merely push the insecurities aside.. beginning to fill the empty craters with a substantial love I internally crave.

How did a being so exquisite come into my anarchic living and transform the clutter into organization, I can only meander amid the wonders and wonder... I'm returned to an vast euphoria, and it stupefies me.

I am forever indebted, and now eternally curious about the complexity of how someone so foreign quickly became a person I feel strange without.