i want to tell you:
whenever i’m afraid i think of you.

i want to tell you:
i draw little hearts on things
to remind myself to love.

i want to tell you:
i do it for you.

i want to tell you:
i’m scared to death.

i want to tell you:
you’re the only reason
there’s still air in my lungs

you’re the only reason
my heart doesn’t hurt,
as much as it could.

you are you
and i love every piece,
every little section,
every picture of you,
every word you say.

what if i told you:
i’ve never been in love like this before.

what if i’m in love with you?
what if?