I am head over heels over knees over hands, I just keep falling farther and deeper. It's the ultimate free fall and I can't imagine anything without including you. You've arrested every thought. I feel like I've been blind my whole life and am finally able to see. You're technicolor. You're eyes carry lightening, I feel it enter through mine and extend through me and out my fingers and toes. I feel like I'm so high there shouldn't be air up here to breathe, but it's the easiest I've ever been able to inhale and exhale. I love you so much that it hurts my head. I can't wrap my brain around how it's even possible. I can't imagine ever being short or grumpy or even a little cross with you. I want to be nothing but kind and loving and patient towards you. I want to serve you. I want to make you feel good. I want to touch you always. I want to write you. I want to sing you. I want to be totally enveloped in you and I have zero fear behind it; it's literally as simple as needing another breath of air in my lungs.


I am in love with you. It feels better than I ever could have imagined it. I am so thankful to your parents for creating you. Your words roll through me like ******* thunder and I'm not scared. You're the best feeling I've ever known. It's only you. I couldn't imagine sharing myself with another person in this world. I will never treat you the way I've treated anyone else in my life. I have never felt this magnetism. I've never wanted someone to take ahold of me as much as I want you to. I will prove myself to you every hour of every day. My life surrounds this feeling, you run through me beautifully. I've known you were the one from the moment our eyes locked and you smiled at me the first day of the best year of my life.

I have written a text to you seven times, maybe it’s more like a fully fragmented novel consisting of over one thousand letters. Not one time did I beg for you back, I just begged you to remember the times I held you instead of you holding me. I asked you to scroll back through the times I beckoned you to me, the times I tied your shoe strings together to have you fall for me. I always wanted you to stay warm for me. You pulled away from my heart from the very beginning and out of all of that I just wanted you to feel less alone at night. I wanted you to strip your skin dry of its heavy self-consciousness and kiss the freckles that covered you inch by inch. Because I couldn’t do those things this far away. My scent never lingered where you were for very long, I knew that. But I didn’t want to change it, I didn’t spritz the air with my trademarks, I didn’t want you to realize I was gone. Sometimes that really worked, but it never worked for me. You’re even further now, it happens constantly with us. But us having a constant? That’s the most beautiful thing, and I’m keeping with it.