I've spent many afternoons sitting on your living room couch, distracted from all the things wrong with my world because all that was on my mind was the football game or episode of Criminal Minds we were watching. I haven't done my homework since last month because I've been to busy spending my evenings walking around the mall, at the theatre or sneaking around doing bad things with you. I've spent some mornings waking up right next to your beautiful face, with the sunlight bursting into the tent. But I've spent many nights crying over you, wishing I could get through to you, wishing things would've played out a little bit differently. More times than many, you've hurt me. Your words are like a knife you carry behind your back waiting for me to mess up.
There is no one else I'd rather dedicate my days to, no one I'd prefer to wake up beside. There is no one that could hurt me more than you do, and there is not a single soul that would make me feel better. It's you, it always has been.