I am. I fall in and out of it with you all the time.
Or maybe it’s just lust.
We are not in a relationship, so how can it be love?
But I’m in love with the idea of you.
I want to be with you.
I want to touch you.
I want to feel you.
I know we would be the perfect couple.
I know if we weren’t separated by so much land we would be together.
But damn do I want you. I want you so bad it hurts. I think sometimes I make myself forget how much I like you, because the fact that I can’t have you right now, when I want you the most, is too painful.
I want you so damn bad. I am going to try my best to get you. I can’t make you love me, but fuck if I’m not going to try my hardest. I’m pretty sure you could love me back. I have a 2 year plan. I will win your heart. You will be mine, even though you are no possession. What I’m actually saying is, I’m yours. Forever and always.
Let me make it abundantly clear how much you mean to me. Relationships scare the fuck out of me. I am absolutely terrified of opening up to anyone. Ever. But you make me vulnerable. I am willing to risk it for you. You are beyond worth it. So there goes my sanity.
I’m willing to move a million miles a way. I’ll brave the harshest winters. Anything. Wherever you want to go, that where I’ll be. I am completely love stoned. I pray this isn’t an illusion. You have my heart.
