reminders at 12am

my love for you is beautiful and lyrical and poetic, it is pure and it is natural - it is good and it is real -

 

it is everlasting, it is rainy thursday nights, it is the taste of cheap hot chocolate on a winter evening, it is powerful vibrations of the moon and the tides -

 

your love is soft, painted pink skies on a summer’s twilight, or like a blanket you snuggle into when the heater goes out at home -

 

i wish i could explain even more how i would effortlessly cross the planes for you, how the world could be nothing to me if it weren’t for you -

 

my dear, how much you mean to me.

 

when those reddened eyes looked at me with tears in your eyes, i knew then: ‘this boy is going to change my life forever, and there isn’t a damned thing i can do about it.