Thinking about when someone rests their head on your shoulders and suddenly you are barely breathing because you don't want to disrupt their comfort by moving. I will never get over how there can be so much love in silent gestures.
You and I used to be a team and then, eventually, we stopped being one. I think I have known this for a while now but, I guess, I was just trying to avoid it because it's too painful. But now, I need to accept it and I am going to need some time to get used to the fact that it's not us against the world anymore.
I know forever is a shot in the dark and love is fleeting and people are cynical and sometimes shit happens, but, listen, I want to be that one shot in the dark. I want it to be us in the end. I want to be the story that people tell in thirty years because no one fucking believed that we'd make it.
They say if we are sitting on the stars and watching the earth, we'd see ourselves from years ago. That means if this love doesn't last, someday we could be looking at the same stars and the stars would look back at us and see us years ago when we were together and in love.
I love you without knowing why or how or when. I love you simply, without problems or pride. I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but one where there is no I or you. A love so intimate, that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.