Dear Love, I have this horrid time writing my feelings into words. I don’t know how to explain this feeling, but I only feel it when I’m with you. I constantly crave you, I always feel like I need you. I do need you, you keep my sane. You take my mind off everything, you keep me from rotting in my own self pity. You could rip my heart out and stomp upon it, but I would find it lovely that you did it. You make me happy, no matter what you’re doing. I’ve never felt this way, love can be deceiving, but I’m pretty damn sure it decided to prey upon you & I. I want nothing more than to spend every day with you. I want to have those fights where it grows us stronger, I want to feel like my world is falling apart and fall into your arms, I want to see that pretty face everyday when I wake up, I want to hear that accent everyday, I want to shiver when I get nervous from you, I want to get those butterflies you give me everyday, I want to be able to call you mine, I want to be able to wrap my arms around you. (more)

I want to be able to wipe away your tears, I want to spend every fucking day in those pretty arms. One day, I’ll take your hand. One day, I’ll know your hand fits perfectly in mine. I’m probably teasing myself, but one day I want that pretty little face all to myself. I want you to get mad, I want you to cry, I want you to come running to me when it all happens. I want you to make my reality livable. I want it all, I want it all with you. I love you, I fucking love you. Who would of thought? I would be in love with my best friend. I’m in love with my Gullet.