No, Fuck That. I Want You. I Want To Love You, I Want To Want You Like No One Else Has Ever Before. I

No, fuck that. I want you. I want to love you, I want to want you like no one else has ever before. I want to be the one you think about at 3am and the one you wish was there at 5 in the afternoon. I want to be the one to make you laugh until you can’t breath anymore and the only thing you have left is the short breaths you have to take in from your stomach hurting. I want to be the one to tell you how beautiful you are in any hour of the day and meaning it every time. I want to be there for you when you’re feeling like shit, to be the one to tell you that it’s going to be okay. I want to be the one to have those “I love you more” conversations and still let you win at the end of the day just because I adore you. I want to be the one you look foreword talking to, not just the other way around. I want to be that person you’ll share your deepest secrets with, the one you trust the most to let you cry and still hold you afterwards. I want you to let me love you, in every form and in every way. I want to be that person you let see your morning hair, that person who tells you that you’re still the most breath-taking human even when you wake up. But most of all, I want to be that person in years from now who still looks at you as if you hung the fucking moon and say, “yeah, that’s mine.”

something i should’ve said when i had the chance (cutting-our-way-til-suicide)

perf