I just want you to know I don't write about anyone.
You have to be significant.
And being significant at a time where I don't even feel significant myself.
That makes me writing about you a pretty **** good thing.

I knew it was too good to be true.
You're rushing to the airport as I sit on this bus with any hope of meeting you completely dissolved into my broken heart.
I knew It.
****.

So today I found out that you don't just call anybody gorgeous..
And I also found out that when you're back in Dublin you want to go for drinks again..
But you want me to lie and say I'm sleeping at a friends.
The visions you've planted in my mind are beautiful.
I just really want to be with you.......
Really.

I can only imagine your body on mine.
Our heat in that stuffy apartment.
You're perfect.
I'm an amateur.
You make it so easy..

My daydreams are getting out of control... Forgive me.

But you're my ticket out of this town.
I just don't know if I'm ready to leave right now...

Let's get really really intoxicated and touch each other until we know every inch and evey curve like the way we know our favourite songs..

I had a wonderful dream.
You didn't care about what people thought.
You just wanted to be happy.
And you loved me.
You really did.
And you asked me to travel the world with you.
And the funny thing is...
I did.
I just dropped everything and left this crazy town.

I'm superstitious.
I always have been.
I don't think that part of me will ever change.
And I've been making 11.11 wishes for quite some time.
And sometimes they work.
My recent one worked.
In a completely backwards and crazy way.
I'm not gonna say what I wished for but it has something to do with a man named Sam.
I thought I loved him.
I wanted there to be an us.
But then one day I ran into you.
You weren't the Sam I was expecting.
But you're Sam.
And you like me.
And you actually want me.
And it's as if my 11.11 wish was answered.
It just got mixed up.
And I believe everything happens for a reason.
And I believe this could be something wonderful.....

I just can't seem to stop thinking about you.

He's the type of thought that makes me throw my hands up to my face and push my hair back in a sudden motion of hiding my smiles and delight.

I don't know if I give him the same thoughts but the butterflies in my stomach are raging and violent.
For the first time I don't feel empty.
Not anymore.

good morning kisses
goodnight kisses
kisses to taste the cinnamon on your lips
happy kisses
middle of the night kisses
gentle kisses
kisses because i like you
sleepy kisses
movie theatre kisses
oh god we're in an elevator by ourselves kisses
the stolen kind of kisses
kisses because you're too cute
wake up and see you and think you're the best person ever kisses
kisses just because

Listening to his CD right now.
****.
I really like him.
August.
Hurry up.

Sitting on my bedroom floor
Replaying all your perfect words
Your voice will echo in my mind
For until we get to speak next time

I'm missing the feeling of having you near
I'm losing out on life my dear.
Please don't play pretend.
My fragile heart shall love again.