Your words protect me, they keep me warm in the coldest and the darkest night.
Right now, the raindrops are hitting my face gently and softly, and the moisture feels so good against the skin, but your sloppy kisses on my cheek or forehead feel like disappearing tattoos, I can feel the moisture after days whenever I think of you. You make me want to make you my home; I fear losing you. You are the most adorable human, bearing all my secrets. I want to fall in love with you, most importantly your soul, so we are intertwined with an undetachable force. I want to know the most embarrassing story of you walking butt naked in your backyard when you were four to the story behind your tiniest scar. I want to bask in your warmth but also return the warmth. It’ll not be a favour or because you gave it to me.
I want to see you happy because I want to do everything it takes to put a smile on your face. I love watching you because you are beautiful inside out. I want to be your best friend, kick all the loneliness away, and make sure the memory of our stupid dance on a 90’s radio song plays in your head on your sad days. I also want you to have a rerun of our conversations about the stars, moon, and planets, and ‘You’ is played like a soothing melody when you miss me and seek comfort and compassion. I want to make sure there are no sad days at all. All I want is your happiness with or without me because, you see, you have become very important to me. You are my emotional trigger, too. I hate seeing you hurting or breaking down, I want you to be your true self, stripped of all the masks you wear to please the world. I want to see your anger, sorrow, love, and hate. I promise not to flinch when you are bursting in anger, shouting. I promise to smile when you smile and laugh because you find the situation, the joke, or even a single line funny for a second. I will be proud of every single milestone of yours. All because I care for you. I respect you, and I want what is best for you.
There might be a lot on your mind, but I want to conquer your thoughts like never before. I want to have you for an eternity, with or without hurting eternity. I want you to come home to me, hug me while I’m cooking for you. I know you have so much more to focus on but I live in your world, and you want us to have a family. You fill my void and give me the love I craved all my life, and you love me. When you make love to me, all I can think about is we are two guitars syncing with each other, two high notes falling for each other, low notes holding each other. And we’ll see the world through each other and share each other’s vision along the way.
While we are burning in passion, you say that you want this to be your every day, every night you want it, but you don’t say so just because one day or a month was good but because I can hold you together for as long as we both shall live.
Sundays are like Easter, and Fridays are Christmas. With you, I’ll start celebrating days for their significance. We’ll also have our own set of days to celebrate. You know me, and you know just how much I love a cliche. You make things happen just like I want them to; you keep your promises. You can make the life I dreamt of into reality.
You promised that we would have a lifetime that felt eternal, beautiful, and soulful. I love you more, but you say you love me more than I love you. I hug you, and we go on to have the most beautiful life.
