Quiet quiet quiet whispers. It feels like everything about love has already been said. Nothing I could say would be new or especially sweet. Maybe it'll mean more to you though. Maybe maybe maybe.
In my mind you always feel so soft. Your hands on mine, the words you sweetly mumble, your hair between my fingers, your presence. You feel like the summer nights staying up too late when the weather is the perfect type of chilly and the sun peeks in through the window blinds. Laying down when you've been tired all day. The feeling when you come home from the beach. Oh so comforting.
I want to show you everything about me. I want to see everything about you. I want to walk you through my childhood town and tell you every story I can think of. I want you to show me all your baby books. I want to take you to every restaurant I've ever been to. I want you to describe all your childhood smells. I want to make new memories.
Yearning for company. Aching for hands on me. Pining for something to hold onto. Hoping your thoughts match mine. Grasping for the right ideas. Longing for the day things make sense.
There's truth to every bit but I pick and choose.
I wish this made sense. I wish I could write like I used to. I wish I was loved like I used to be. I wish these were longer. I wish I had more reasons to write. I wish we could talk forever. I wish everyone could read my mind. I wish I could articulate more. I wish I was just ok for once. I wish I didn't sound so emo in these. I wish I had more to say. I wish I knew the right words. I hope you understand.
