I’m running out of words to explain how much I’m fond of you but I hope you see it deep within my eyes, in the way I look at you like I’m dying just to walk towards you, to hear you talk, to watch you laugh and feel like I’m standing right next to ‘everything I’ve ever asked for’ in a human form. I know that I don’t look at anybody else the way I look at you. I’m needy and I’m selfish, I get crazy jealous over what’s mine, I argue quiet a lot and I complicate things out of my control but I hope you don’t get tired of me, because then I’d be fed up with myself too. I love you, even when I’m ****** as hell, at my worst and best I don’t love you less. I can’t seem to be able to write much about you, I get goosebumps just by the thought of you because you, you cannot be real. You’re a crashing wave and I don’t mind drowning in you.