HALSEY

1. FALLING IN LOVE WITH ME

Dear You,

You probably have no idea what you're getting yourself into, huh? I mean, forever is a long time.

I hope you're prepared for phone calls at 3 am, just to sing you the verse of the song I wrote in the shower. I hope you can keep track of all the excessively decorated letters. The countless renditions of us.

Holding hands, kissing, sleeping all in ink, flat on crisp white paper. I hope you're ready for tears. Lots of them. And poorly pronounced cries of defeat, through trembing lips. I hope you understand my glances. My eyes say things better than my mouth.

Be patient. Humor me when I ask you to help me count the freckles on my face. Brush your mile long lashes, with the tips. Let me watch intently as each blink threatens to send them flying off your face. Listen. 

When I'm screaming. Be prepared to have seemingly harmless house hold objects turned into weapons. Open yourself up to the idea of new music. Learn all the words to the songs on the mixtapes I make you.

To choke down my blueberry pancakes and tell me they're delicious. To support my one day diets, and buy me ice cream as soon as I cave in. Remind me of my goals. I get off track. And when we strangely run out of spoons, check my mess of a room.

Be prepared for notes in the pockets of your suit jacket, found during meetings at work. Don't be surprised if I jump into every shower you take. Or get you with the kitchen hose while doing dishes. Let me fight over who gets to be "little spoon", or rest my head in your lap while I read, and keep your eyes open for just a bit longer when I make you wait up for the end with me.

Expect surprise light saber battles, and Harry Potter marathons. Expect to settle between pizza and chinese with a game of madden. I'll collect sea shells for you, paint the walls the exact shade of your eyes, and spend hours trying to match the shade just right. I'll write you songs, and slip clips of stories that I've written about you into your center console.

Getting lost on road trips, fighting over stupid things, hair pulling, biting, bruising, laughing, learning, growing. That's what you're in for, if you're falling in love with me.