Let's Run Away From Reality, Darling.

You're on my Mind.

Why am I still up, you ask?

Well, I can't stop thinking about you. Crazy, right? We've only been friends for about a month, and I am already falling for you.

But, sadly, you're pushing me away. I mean, it's not that sad. It's something I'm used to.

But, hey, want to know something?

I'm not going to let you push me away. I am still going to make sure you're okay and be there for you.

Darling, I care about you. I really do.

Yes, I know that he hurt you, but you shouldn't lose all the people that care about you because of one guy.

And yes, I know that you loved him. You tried your best to be what he wanted, and you still weren't good enough. That's how you're feeling, right?

Well, as a friend, I'm going to make sure that you know that you are good enough for anyone. I want you to feel as beautiful as you look, and to be as happy as you make me.

Some people say I should be bitter because of the way you're treating me right now, but I honestly understand why you're treating me the way you are.

You're scared.

You are so scared to get close to anyone new because you feel like you'll lead them on while you're still trying to put pieces of your heart and mind back together.

I care enough already to help.

You know what we have in common?

We are both so stubborn.

You are too stubborn to hold on, and I am too stubborn to let go.

People may see that as a bad thing. I see it as beautiful chaos.

I see us as two people who have been through hell and back, and whom want to care for others before ourselves.

Yes, it's going to be difficult to care for each other, but I'm willing to do it.

I want to make you smile, like I did a few nights ago. I want to see your deep dimples, so then I'd know that your smile is genuine.

You're such a beautiful person, and you don't even realize it. You'll always be beautiful to me, whether you are happy, sad, angry, depressed, confused, or even taking me for granted.

So yeah.

All I can think about is you.

24 hours a day.