I almost wrote about you
about your curls and your small hands and your maroon sweater that you stole from american eagle
how teardrops slid down your cheeks when you told me about things you haven't said out loud in years
how teardrops slid down your cheeks when I told you that I have had a similar trauma
the way you held my face in your hands when you kissed me as the sun rose and how safe I felt when you held me tightly during the thunderstorm that rattled all the doors in the house for hours and hours

but then you told me you weren't ready to feel things
(I should have seen that coming)
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I love you so much that it hurts and when I hear windchimes I feel your fingers running down my spine. the ocean isn't as pretty as your eyes and I love the sound of your voice, it's as calming as the waves. you make me feel safe and your two eyes and your heartbeat and your two arms are my home. I wouldn't want to spend my Tuesday nights anywhere but in the car listening to music and talking about our future. God, you make me feel like a little kid again. the sunset tonight doesn't even come close to how beautiful you make me feel and I love you so much that it hurts