I want it.
And if it takes that long to get there, it’s okay.
Because I want you.

I want your rainy days and foggy mornings and nights in front of a fireplace.

I want your red brick and cobblestone and antique facades.

I want your rivers and towns and mountains.

I want your eyes and words and touch.

I want your hope and grief and quiet contentment.

I want what I’ve lost and what you’ve gained and what we never had.

If it takes that long to get there, it’s okay.
Because I want it.
I want you.

you are this: unbridled jealousy and paranoid, tumbling down.
you are the king and queen falling from your throne.

because you look to the jester,
who looks to the queen,
who looks to you.

but your eyes are filled with illusions
and tricks
and you lose sight of her royal devotion.

we are the knight and the lady, lost in the castle.
and we were once secrets and happiness.

but the knight went off to war and the lady grew tired of waiting.
so now the knight courts his princess and the lady nods her head.

and the queen and the lady grow weary.
because we’re too old for fairytales.
because the lady no longer believes in happy endings.
because the queen can’t seem to slay the dragon.

my queen, my queen, what can we do?
the king doesn’t listen and the knight doesn’t care.

you’ve lost your heart to the king.
i’ve lost my all in the war.

my queen, my queen, what can we do?

i’ll raise the shield and you raise the sword.
we will slay this dragon.
we will hope for our ever after.

loving someone is hard. very hard.
because you cant stop thinking about them and every little thing makes you insecure.

because you spend all day waiting for them to call and when they finally do at 1 in the morning,
you force yourself awake just to hear their voice.

because you haven't talked to them in a week and you want to cry.

because you can’t live without them, and ‘god i hope i don't ever have to.’

because they fill the space in between life and busy.
the quiet moments that were empty before.

because nothing makes you happier than seeing them.
and nothing makes you happier than that except holding them.

because all the love stories and love songs and ballads and poems,
were written for the both of you.

because they’re the first person you think of when you wake up.
the last person you think of when you go to bed.
and the only thing you can remember about your dreams.

because you want to make yourself better, you don't deserve them.

because you want to **** them, they made you so worried.

because you miss them, and you’re lonely.
and no one else can make it better.

loving someone is hard.