I enjoy art, but the way your eyes shine will always be my favourite thing. I could stare into your soul for hours and I'd like to think you'd happily stare back.
Your company is my favourite thing in existence and I don't know if I can go much longer without it. I'm already breaking so many rules, so many pointless rules.
My love, I know you'd wait for me but I don't want to make you do that. I don't believe anyone would do that so when you say you would, it makes me feel special. Like I'm actually worth something, I love you.
My hands ache from the amount of music I've been making, all angry power ballads about you. The music I listen to had been wild recently, going from angry break up songs to your favourites just because I miss you.
