I don't know if you've got brothers and sisters.
I don't know what the j stands for in your middle initial.
I don't know how you like your tea.
I don't even know if you like tea.

But I do know that you like the summer.
And you left your job and bought a beautiful guitar.
And I know you started playing guitar at 4.
And now you're 24.
Traveling the world.
I know you have a bad habit of biting your nails.
And you lose track of how much wine you drink when you're playing.
I know you understand why I can't talk when other people are around.
And I know why you didn't kiss me that day.
And I know you're really bad at remembering your flight times.
And you hate living on your phone,
You wanna see the world with your own eyes. Not an instagram picture.

I know so little.
I've no idea what your favourite colour is.
I've no idea where you grew up.
I know you had your first heartbreak at 16. Same as me.

I just want to know why you've got those smile lines.
I want to know every crease in your face when you cry, smile, are confused.
I want to learn you off by heart.

I'm not sure if I want you to ******* or **** me......

An ocean between you and me
Six weeks of common memories
Little things of you
So clearly I remember
Blurred feelings about me you say you keep
Though, so much together to be built
If we do not talk
It does not mean
That we don't miss each other.  
If, for whatever reason,
We keep a distance
It does not mean
We forget each other.
Too late.
Your mind is in my neighborhood,
For good.

When there's a big kiss at the end of the movie
I find myself trying to hide that really huge smile.
I can only imagine us on that very first day
When the guy and girl meet in some really set up, non reality, fairy tale kind of way.
Because lets face it.
Not many people get their happy ending
Or perfect beginning.
But most people experience the ****** up crap in between.

I can't listen to my radio anymore because every song they play
Reminds me of something about you.
Your eyes, lips, chest, pants, personality.
The way you lose track of how many glasses of wine you have when you play guitar.
And the way your eyes get lost deep inside of you when you tell a story.
Like you're re living everything about that moment.

And I guess I'm doing that now.
Losing myself in the flashbacks of you.
Losing myself in daydreams about you.

I never used to believe it.
Pennys that bring good luck.
Black cats that make you weep.
Something about mirrors.

But now.

Now I understand it.
Because dreams, and wishes, and all the other *******.
It's real.
And crazy thing is..
I've experienced it.

Maybe it was a completely backwards way.
And maybe whoevers in charge of all that crap got confused.
But I found you.
And you weren't exactly who I had in mind.
But you seem to be better than what I thought I deserved.

So now I make 11.11 wishes.
And I pick up those ***** coins and count to 3 and make a wish.
And I don't try smash mirrors anymore.
You've shown me love is real.
That movie. Heartfelt. Real love.

Goodbye keeps hurting.
Especially when it comes from your lips.
My whole body aches at the memory of that last goodbye.
But one thing makes it okay.
I know it's not the last goodbye.
I know that for a fact.