Isn’t it sad to think that after you die, people can learn to live without you (because, well, they have to)? People forget you. Hell, sometimes people don’t even remember you when you’re alive so they’re sure as fuck not going to remember to think about you when you die.
A dip into the surface of the thoughts that consume my head and the feelings that consume my heart. I hope you like it here.
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I know it will probably seem silly and insignificant right now but I hope when we live together, and even after many years of doing so, that the little things don’t disappear or become one person’s responsibility. Things like helping each other cook (well, you’ll do most of it because you know how much I suck) and alternating on the washing up and the drying and the emptying of the dishwasher (if you always put away the cutlery, I’ll do the rest). I cant wait to live with you. 
I want to go to sleep wrapped in your arms. I want to wake up with the sun shining on our faces, our bodies tangled into one. I want to live every day with you a part of my life. Oh baby don’t you know, it’s so much better with you. Wouldn’t we be so much better off if we didn’t give a shit about what the nobodies think about us or how we live our lives or the choices we make? I mean as long as you’re happy and you know what you have planned for yourself and your future, why should you have to justify it to anyone else? I know that this is not very fair of me to say considering there are lovers all over the world that live oceans apart and don’t get to see each other as often as I get to see you but it is what I have become accustomed to and so I will say that I miss you. I miss being by your side. I miss your kisses. I miss your hugs. I miss your snuggles. I miss your body. I miss your eyes. I miss your lips. I miss your hands. I miss your arms. I miss your laugh. I miss your smile. I miss your ears. I miss your neck. I miss your nose. I miss your chest. I miss your thoughts. I miss all of you every moment I am not with you and I am not afraid or ashamed to need you so much. I live for those. Those kisses that feel like there is nothing else in the world you would rather be doing right then. Those looks that feel like there is no one else in the world you would rather be looking at. Those hugs where you squeeze me so tight like there is nothing else in the world you would rather be holding. Those words that you say to me like there is no one else in the world you would rather be saying them to. That’s what I live for, I live for you. Us.We see, but we don’t actually look. We hear, but don’t actually listen. We breathe, but we don’t really live. We feel, but don’t actually love. We want, but don’t really need. |
