Some of the times, I was spilling over the brim with love, giddiness, or when giggles bubbled through my lips.
When you asked me if you could take me to Chicago. Yes. Over and over again.
We rescued a dog on Rutledge Ave. Cotton was his name.
This may be premature. From how I feel about you right now,
I'd travel around the world with you, giggling, dancing, so much kissing, splitting desserts
And I really hope it happens in my life.
Slipping into the corners of Chicago, where the curve of your face feels familiar to those around you, learning about you. There's so much I want to know.
I'll think of you anytime I hear the word "Chicago," and a smirk will climb from the corner of my lips.
This time with you has felt like the equivalent of a warm blanket pulled out of the dryer, wrapped around my cheeks.
I can assure you I haven't felt unsure about you.
I like the freckles on the bridge of your nose; some say freckles are kisses from angels. Lucky you
When we danced cheek to cheek in my room, you said, "I've never danced cheek to cheek with anyone before."
When you told me how lucky you felt that you got to meet me, I cried. You kept taking fake to-go orders from McDonald's, and they all got delivered as kisses on my cheeks.
The day after you left, I was talking to the mailman, and I was so upset. He told me a story of when he was 26, living in Hawaii, and this girl at the time, now his current wife, came to visit him. For two weeks, they traveled the island together, and when she left, he lay on the beach and watched her plane take off back to Providence. He said, "So I know how you feel. I cried like a baby, and it's ok to miss someone, and it's ok to feel sad." I smiled and cried some more.
You're in Michigan, getting ready for your brother's wedding, and today I walked past a couple sitting on a bench at Colonial Lake, pressed against each other, they had no interest in the world around them. That feeling felt so foreign to me for months, until I met you.
It's so early and premature, but I believe in every lifetime, I'd want this person to be mine.
Thank you, with every ounce of love I have within me, wrung out and twisted through
I never got to share this with the person I recently had the chance to love, now it's shared with you.
I got to love someone again, softly and fully. This is it raw, and I am grateful I got to give that to someone. And I'm really excited to do it again in time. And I really want the next person to stay.