I want to melt into you.
I want our souls to touch.
Your eyes, when they smile..
It's a childlike quality I've never seen before.
My heart flutters violently in my chest
When I imagine us breathing in
Each others breaths.
We could say a million words,
But not one would match this feeling between us.
So let's go,
Let's be crazy,
But first..
Let me breathe my last breath through you...

I cannot stop writing about you. Every little thing I can remember, I've written it down.
I've written you down.
A permanent stain on these sheets.

Im sorry I don't make sense all the time.
Sometimes I get lost in flashbacks or daydreams.
I kind of prefer being anywhere but in my own mind.
Sorry if that makes me hard to understand.
People aren't used to my unusually honest rambles.

Being important to other people isn't one of my strong points.

I can't name or count how many guys I've looked at approvingly thinking 'I'd love to **** him' or whatever people say when they give that approving eye glance and nod thing. Of course I do it. All the time. I'm eighteen for gods sake. I can look!

However,

I can count all the guys I've genuinely fancied on both hands.

I can count the guys I've really liked on one hand.

I can count the guys I've kissed on *******.

I can count the guys I've actually called my boyfriend on one finger.

But that is not the man I love.

None of them are.

Because he's not a statistic.

He's a part of my soul.

Hes literally paying for a flight to be with me for 8 days.
What the ****?
He's coming back just to be with me.
This is crazy.
I love him.
Oh my god.
And for once someone feels the same about me.

You're coming back.
For eight days.
In September.
I don't know where I'll be then.
Obviously with you.
But I don't know if I'll be at school.
Or have a job.
Or just trying to find ways to fill the days.
All I know is you're coming back.
And you're staying in a ****** apartment.
And I'm going to be with you.
And I kind of want to take you to Dublin zoo..
Just for some fun.
But I guess we'll see where it goes.
Youre gonna busk on grafton street.
Then we can have the day.
In stephens green park.
Along the river Liffey.
Wherever.

One thing I'm sure about is that they all disapprove.
I know you two days they say.
That's not long enough.
He could be a serial killer.
A kidnapper.
Love.
They say.
You're a child.
You know nothing of love.
Crazy girl.

But I know for a fact that I love you.
And I know for a fact that fate has something planned for us.
I can feel it.