You are my own personal anesthetic, but you are also my wound. Being near you numbs the pain until you go away again and I’m left dependent on you with a gaping slash through my heart.
I love talking to you and kissing you and missing you and hearing your voice and seeing your forehead wrinkle.
I love sitting next to you wherever we are and knowing we’re thinking the same thing. I love whispering to you late at night and the first time we slept in the same bed. I love wanting to see you every day.
I love knowing that I will be with you soon. I love knowing that you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you.
Whenever I am with you, your eyes melt me and when you bite my lip I just want to become part of you.
Wanting you is so hard sometimes, but so worth it. Just know that I will be here for you. Forever. I wish you didn’t have to leave, but I know that you do.
Knowing makes it harder, but it also makes me want the time we have to be the best it can be.
I don’t really know what love is. I don’t know if I love you. I just know that I can not be without you for long. And that it hurts me to see you go. Every time you walk away.