we may end with bittersweet dreams of what we once were.
or twisted stories of the other to tell.
but i will continue to push for us, to show my endearment in as many new ways as possible.
because i love you, my wildflower
and i have since day one.

call me.
late at night when your mind is running circles.
when youre voice is shaking and theres rivers running down your face.
call me darling.
early in the morning with your sleepy voice.
when your smile shows through your voice.
please call me.
in the middle of the afternoon when life seems to much.
when your anger manifests into a puppet master.
call me my love.
just call me.

you make the moon look more beautiful.

my heart will forever have a you-shaped hole.
where only you will ever be able to fill it.