By now I'm sure I'm nothing more to you all than the guy who fell in love with a girl that he can't stop writing about. I think I'd be okay with that, because I do love her, and there's nothing that I want you to know about myself more than I want you to know: I want to be whoever she wants me to be. Your books and your inspirational quotes, your mothers and fathers, and friends.. they all tell you to never change who you are just to be with someone else. Well, those people who wrote those books, your friends, your family.. see, they've never known her. I believe in her so much that I think that anyone who does not know her, should. She's not someone that you meet and you think of her as a really good friend, or girlfriend, or just a pretty face. No, she's not that at all. She has this collection of beautiful smiles that ignite her blue eyes, and maybe they only shine because of a build up from her tear ducts when her eyes slightly close, but it doesn't change what it looks like, and it doesn't change the fact that it only happens when she smiles. She has soft cheeks and a freckle on the left side of her bottom lip. Her voice is... Well, to tell you the truth It's hard to think about her voice. It's as clear in my head as it is straight from her vocal chords, and I'd do anything to hear her whisper in my sleep again. I've been dreaming of myself in house fires, and eruptions, and drowning in the sea, and I always wake up reaching frantically for something that's not there, or wanting to run to the nearest exit. My soul will not let me sleep, it can't live without her. So it's been burning my dreams down, and it's been choking me awake. She's exactly like drowning, she's exactly what makes it hard to breathe but easy to know, with her I want to take my last breath. Maybe you still don't understand, but you get to wake up from your nightmares, and I wake up to mine. I want to spend my nights with her and pull her closer in the cold mornings. I'm the type of person who can study medicine and learn to save a life, but she.. she is naturally smart, and she knows how to live. I need that. To live, and with her, that is everyday. I met her while her heart was broken, and since I've wanted to take all those little pieces of her broken heart and keep it safe behind my bones, right next to mine. This is something I love doing. Writing. Regardless, I'll always want to write, and change the world, and I'll always love her. Her- An endless sky with billions of galaxies made of billions of stars, she is the eruption inside of me. Our universe itself will even come to an end. That is inescapable. The hydrogen will eventually be burned to nothing and stars will no longer be born. As the last diamond dies out, the infinite darkness will consume all we've known and everything will turn cold, but I'm not afraid. Not with her. Long after our bodies become a part of this dying world, my soul will cling to hers, and we'll crawl out of the dark together. We'll spend an eternity dancing through the cosmos. After all, she is where I belong. She's exactly that. For now, this is where I am. Beginning each day fighting for her lips. Ending each night staring at a picture with a caption, "I'll love you forever."