I don’t know why but….. it’s forever engraved in my memory. I absolutely love it. I was afraid that it would change but.. it hasn’t. I don’t know why but, I see pieces of you in everything. Someone who wears the perfume you used to use (pink bottle, blue cap, Victoria’s secret… right?) , someone with green eyes or teeth similar to yours.
But I have never found someone exactly like you. No one better either. You are so completely unique, my dear little rare oddity.
And you know, nothing has changed since last year. Not your smell, or your kiss or the way you look at me.
They way you look at me is just… wow. It leaves me wonderstruck. It makes my heart race and I wonder if… that’s how you feel too. Seeing you look at my eyes, then my lips then my eyes again, that little smile that goes with it and the way that your eyes turn…. it’s all so beautiful. It gives me butterflies.
Being close to you sends my heart into cardiac arrest. It threatens to beat right out of my chest. Just laying with you in bed, or sneaking in kisses is such a lovely experience.
Seeing, smelling and kissing you brings back so many amazing memories and I can’t help but smile.
I love your voice. I love the way it rings out and dominates when you’re excited and telling me a story. I love when it trails off as you pull me in for our first kiss of the year.
And when you kiss me…. I can’t even explain it. But you know. And I just don’t want it to stop. I keep my eyes shut for a bit, so that if I’m dreaming, I can hold on to it for a bit longer.
also, you look so fucking amazing in my shirt, asdfghjkl;
I love your hands. The way they just know exactly where to dance. Holding your hand seems intimate, just because I feel that close to you.
I love just being able to lay in bed and watch some damn adventure time with you. I love talking to you about irrelevant things and I love playing with you and Allison. I love that we can actually have conversations for hours and hours on end and I don’t get bored. It feels like a second nature to be around you. I don’t know why but, I hope you feel it too.
Everything about you is wonderful. Everything is lovely. And I hate that you don’t see that. You are beautiful, Ms Amy. And seeing those marks, tears my heart wide open. I’m not the religious type, but every night I pray that some entity may give you & I both the strength to overcome these years.
Baby, I’ve said it a million times. I love you. Yeah maybe explaining why I love is like describing the taste of water. But dammit, I can try! (I did, and I feel as if I barely scratched the surface) Anyways, I don’t know when you’ll see this, but I hope you read it, smile and agree that I am a pathetic little fuck who hopelessly enjoys your company, very very much C:
She’s got a kaleidoscope soul, but she’s got grayscale lenses,
she’s got rod-iron bars to keep up her defenses.
She’s got all of her emotions hung up on hooks in her closets,
she’s got little hints of happiness tucked away in her lockets.
She’s got high hopes of heaven stapled to the doors of her cabinets,
she wraps the hopes up in packets of personal baggage to mask it.
She’s got angels singing to her from the lips of ballerinas in a music box that
she keeps locked behind a door that’s cemented to a heart of rocks,
but if you knock long enough, they say that door could be opened.
Here’s to hoping… until then, I wanted you to know
that you’re beautiful. I think you’re lovely,
I think I know love that loves the unloving.
I think you’re still loved, I still think it’s true.
I still there’s more hope out there for you.
Yeah I think you’re beautiful. I think you’re lovely.
I think you could know love that loves the unloving.
05/28/12 — 2:59 a.m
