I’m for self expression. I’m for music. I’m for doing covers of songs even if they’re not your style. I’m for dreaming up your whole future romance with every person you’ve ever met. I’m for writing it all down, even if it’s embarrassing. I’m for reading it over any chance you get. I’m for writing poems in notebooks. I’m for pretending the lines aren’t on the paper. I’m also for using the lines like they’re the law. I’m for loving artists on the Top 40. I’m for loving artists with only 40 fans. I’m for your favorite book. I’m for your favorite color. I’m for all of the colors. I’m for challenging yourself. I’m for sitting around and doing nothing until it feels right. I’m for believing in things we can’t see. I’m for the ocean. I’m so for the ocean. I’m for rainy days almost as much as I’m for sunny days. I’m for letting yourself fall in love. I’m for writing about it. I’m for writing about all of it. I’m for my blog. I’m probably for your blog too. I’m for the stuffed animal your ex gave you that you didn’t have the heart to throw out. I’m for sleeping with that stuffed animal on your weakest nights. I’m for the weak moments. I’m for the strongest moments. I’m for being honest even if it doesn’t seem like a good idea at the time. It’s the right thing to do. I’m for happiness in all its many forms. I’m for letting sadness be felt when it deserves to be. I’m for coffee. I’m for tea. I’m for you and I’m for me. I’m a lover and a fighter and a stay up all nighter. My dreams are dreams and my fears are fears and I would have kissed you if I wanted to. My past is mine along with my future. I’m hanging on, I’m surging ahead, I’m climbing up, I’m falling down. You never saw me coming. You never saw me leave. I’m for living. I’m here for life.