So much emphasis is placed
On finding the face in the crowd
That makes a permanent home in your brain
On the way a small forest fire can sprout from the fingertip touch
Of the one
Who may or may not stay
Just like the feelings that seem too good to be true.
But what about waking up early just to be filled with the solace of a gentle sunrise
Or dancing to the radio while cooking tomato soup in your sunlit kitchen
Or rolling down your car windows despite the falling rain
Or pulling on your favorite socks after eating peanut butter toast
I want you to wake up in the morning and smile because you have a whole life to live          
I want you to learn to appreciate the way the light streams over the moutains at 7:36 in the morning
through the air laying heavy with people's thoughts        
and through your window screen
Where the light lands in speckles on your bed and seeps into your heart.
I want you to cook your favorite breakfast and ride your bike the long way to work.
The beautiful things in life
Are the ones that are rarely noticed by others.
Love seeps from the earth and from your skin. Don't wait for someone to hand it to you.
Feed it to yourself.

Stain my lips with your kiss, like the orange and yellows stain the morning sky to clear the way for the sun. I want to taste you now and I want to taste you later. Don't be greedy with your love, sharing is caring, and I would love to be included if you are giving. I want to roll over in the morning half asleep and explore every part of your mouth. And I want to rollover in the late night, wide awake, and explore every part of your mind. You are an incredible, independent, and intricate boy and I don't plan on taking advantage of that ever. I want you at all times of the day and I want you over everyone else. For you see, if my mind must be filled with thoughts of something, I am begging for it to be the thought of you. And even if something else feels it stands a chance, they can shy away as they watch the thought of you fill every single part of my mind, places I didn't even know existed. You fill me up and make me think and feel alive. And I wouldn't trade this for the world.

His lips are my favorite flavor. I cherish his taste and find myself  craving it within moments after he is gone. We laid there tonight lip-locked and smiling behind each kiss, and for some reason each kiss was its own. Each kiss seemed to symbolize us to me. To represent all the little things I love about him, and how each thing is just as great as the one before or after. To represent the number of little butterflies this boy has given me, and will proceed to give me in the future. To represent how many little feelings of hope between us I have felt and will hopefully continue to feel. And to represent our good times. How each date is special in its very own way and just as good as the one before or after. Our kisses began to create lists inside my head, but no matter how they varied, the top of each was haunted with the word "you."

Sometimes you meet that one person and everything just comes naturally. They start to remind you of all the aspects in life you'd somehow let slip your mind. They remind you of what it's like to go outside after it rains and to smell the moist, calm air and take it all in, making everything okay for a few moments. They remind you of what it's like to be a little kid and be happy enough to dance around your bedroom, singing into near objects like your favorite hairbrush. They remind you of what it's like to wake up on Christmas morning with that warm excited feeling, I bet you thought you'd never feel that Christmas morning feeling again. They remind you of what it was like when you were little, and you would build a fort in your living room with all the blankets and chairs you could find. Then you'd crawl inside and lay down and feel like you had created your own little world and everything was good.
They came along and whispered to your soul, "follow me", and you followed. Not knowing what you were doing or why, you just knew that this perfect person had come along and reminded you of the quieting smell after a downpour, the overjoyed "dance it out" mood, the warm feeling on Christmas morning, and what it was like to be in your own perfectly created little world. Those feelings were all natural, and things obtained and experienced as a kid. Maybe we spend our whole lives searching for that one person who in some way lived a similar childhood as you, and brings back those innocent and soothing feelings of being a kid and having your biggest worry that week be what new toy you would play with tomorrow.

They say the one you think about at 3am is the one who has your heart. But that's not true. The one who has your heart is the one you think about at 3pm. The one you think about when you're going about your day.. doing the dishes, cleaning your room, hanging out with your family. Fall in love with the one you think about at 3pm when everything seems okay and you are surrounded by people you love. Not the one you think about for a few desperate seconds at 3am when everyone is asleep and you are lonely. Fall in love with the one who despite how busy and distracted you are, still finds a way of sneaking into your mind. Not the one who is slowly floating around it when there is nothing else to think about.

I'm not sure how many poems I'm going to write about him, or how many songs I'm going to dedicate to him, or how many hours I'm going to spend thinking of him, before I fall in love with him. But that is one day I am looking forward too.

When people ask about you and I reply "He's good; We're good." I wonder if they know that what I really want to say is that yesterday we drove through a closed amusement park making plans of which rides we'll go on in the summer. Or that we drove home with the music so loud that  it was as if it was trying to drown the thought of you out of my head but failing song after song. Or that we stopped at a McDonald's in a small town and gazed out the big windows together while we waited for our food, discussing where we each dream of living in the future, but why our dreams seem so unattainable. Or that our first date was to the place we first met at our elementary school playground, and you kissed me, relieving my childhood dream. Or that as we walked uptown we discussed how silly and hard it will be to teach a baby how to drink without back washing into a water bottle. Or that we fell so hard for each other that despite our constant words of "we're just friends" we ended up naked under the covers one night, twice. And that we made two our magic number. Or when we walked uptown and sat in a little coffee shop sipping on our latte and hot chocolate as you wrote about us in a dream journal on the counter. Or when we spent a day after school doing nothing but heating up cookies, dancing in your kitchen, and sliding across your wood floor in our socks, seeing who could go farther. I wonder if they know that every time they say your name I am reminded of how thankful I am to have you in my life. Or that every time I see you smile or laugh I am reminded of what being in heaven forever will really be like. I wonder if they know that I'm falling for you so hard, and so fast, and not holding myself back at all.