I like you so much that I hate you;
I cannot tell the difference between “butterflies in my stomach” and “I am about to throw up.”

I want to learn new things with you.
Carrying loads of books in our arms down the street when we’re too broke for the bus.
be with me.

I want to die with you,
Buried under rubble, hands clasped, sharing the same pocket of air till we can no longer breath it.