It’s 2AM and I am thinking of you.
At 3AM I will be thinking of you.
I will be thinking of you tomorrow.
And all of the tomorrows after that.
I didn’t mean to fall in love with you, I swear. But here I am, head over heels, unable to sleep because all I want is to be next to you.
This was just supposed to be a summer thing. But it can’t be. It won’t be. It refuses to be.
We are just too goddamn perfect for each other.
And I am so weird, and so gross. And so are you. Your weirdness just matches up with mine so very well.
I am myself around you.
And it’s plain to see that this will last through until the leaves fall off the trees, and we will be together to make snow angels and sip hot chocolate, and i’ll dance in the spring’s rain with you and we will go on so many picnics.
And then summer will happen again.
And you will still be around, and so will I.
This is no longer simply a summer affair.
I am falling in love with you, completely and accidentally.
Let’s just be weird together, forever?