I want you. All of you. I want to see what stars you hold inside of you. Which ones makes you feel alive and which one makes you feel lost. I want to see you in your happiest moments where sunlight dances in your eyes and your smile radiates through my entire being and I realize there's nothing else I want to look at for the rest of my life. I want to see you looking up at the sky, sighing happily because life couldn't be more beautiful and I'll be there to tell you that nothing could be as beautiful as you are. I want you and me on the open road in my beaten up car, singing along to the songs we've heard when we first met and the wind blowing through our hair. I want to wake up under your foreign skies where nothing feels right but you. Not only that i want to see you in your darkest moments. I want to see you grip your misty morning coffee with dread for the upcoming day. I want to see you in your vulnerable moments like when you shower for too long, desperately trying to convince yourself it's going to be okay. So i can be there to place a gentle kiss on your forehead as if to say "baby, it's all going to be okay because I'm here for you." I'll light up some cherry candles, put warm PJ'S on your pillow ready for you and tuck you into my warm arms until the morning suns makes you feel alive again. You're everything to me and god, I promise that I'll never let you forget that. I'm going to love you hard like It's the only thing I know how to do. It's you and me. Just you and me.
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Puisi"We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellation...
