You’re beautiful. I wish I could tell you how I feel about you, I wish I’d be able to text you every day telling you that I miss you or I’m thinking about you, but I can’t. You asked me to quit doing that, you said I’ll get hurt, I’m too nice for you. But I don’t care, I’d rather get my heart broken million of times by you than never see you again. I love how you sing and how you kiss me. I love how you keep me warm when you come over. I love how you tell me that you miss me or how you tell me that I’m beautiful. I know you’ve been hurt but I would do my best to not hurt you. I just want you to know how much I long for you. How I’d give everything to call you mine.