Its the small things. Like the way I catch myself staring at you the same way a child stares at something unfamiliar & strange. I could use the same words to describe you & they would reign true but in all reality there are no words deserving of describing the love I have for you.

Its the small things like the way I just noticed that February is right around the corner. This could be my second chance to rekindle the flame I tried to make (in the rain) when I was too far away. But until then I'll keep you warmly wrapped in every sweater I own. The ones that you keep strewn about your room. & if your room wasn't messy & scattered (like my brain) it wouldn't feel like home.

Baby its the small things like the way you sleep by my side on Friday nights & how I've got your portrait framed & hanging in my mind. Its starting to get  colder now & I'm just figuring out that the only thing that matters is you & I. The world around us is irrelevant & played out. I could take you away, let me take you to a place where
Its all the small things that make you see, you & I, that's a forever thing.




(letters to her)