Still your soul
Still your mind
Still, the fire of love is true
And I am breathless without you
It bears repeating:
I wanna like, go hunt something with you and kill it with our bare hands, skin it, eat it, fuck you and then draw a fucking mural on the wall of all that.
I like the middle.
You are so amazing. I know it’s only been a short time but you make me feel so safe. You talk to me, even when you’re mad at me. You don’t let anything fester. You are so fucking kind I just stare at you sometimes and wonder what the hell you are doing with me. I want to be better. I’m trying, baby.
You read. You love music as much as I do. You hung up my clothes, who does that?? (Thank you, I won’t expect it but that was so fucking nice).
My family is crazy about you. I’m so fucked up over you.
I hope this treatment works, if I get it, that is. You deserve to be so happy and I want to be a part of that. Or at least, I don’t want to make you miserable and then hate me, and then stop caring. I love you. Finally I can say that and mean it wholeheartedly.
I feel like a child that just got everything she ever wanted for Christmas and can’t wait to go to school and brag to her friends about it, how crazy is that?