Every time I approach you, you glance up.
I pretend not to notice.
When I talk to you your smile gets wider, your eyes brighter.
You try to hold back your grin, but I know better.
And though you try hard not to show it, I see it.
I usually do the talking, but we both do the laughing.
You can't help it.
And when we part ways we both pretend nothing's happened.
But the next day I try again.
I approach you, and you glance up.
Don't worry, I always notice.
Every time.

There are moments when we’re talking face to face where I stare at you for a little bit longer and think to myself, how could I have been so lucky to find you?

At this moment,
And at this time in my life.

the crackly sound of his voice through my overheating phone is immensely comforting after a week of eye bags and fake extroversion

eating with him on the phone makes my sour strawberries so much sweeter and the pineapple less biting

i love yous traded between bites of subpar greasy pizza and above average vegetable soup

even 313 miles away his voice still wraps around me like a well-loved blanket

keeping me warm and comforted and safe

and sitting alone in a dining hall with dozens of people surrounding me i feel comforted knowing

that he was sitting alone in his room with the tv blasting the smash tourneys he loves so much

and yeah, maybe i talk about him too much

and yeah

maybe he’s all i really write about

but when you find something that makes you feel like you caught a rainbow in your hands

it’s a little difficult to not shout it from your 9th floor dorm room at 10pm on a friday

I don’t need a
thousand red roses.
You're a blue rose-
the only one I want.

It's true-
this may be a
sad chapter in my life
but I do believe you
are the happy
ending.