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I want to hear your laugh just as much as I want to hear your moan

I didn’t just fall in love with you. I fell in love with your love. I fell in love with the way you looked at me and all my flaws and still thought I was as beautiful as the stars in the sky. I fell in love with the way your heart conquered mountains to be with mine. You reminded me what it felt like to breathe and be alive. You made me feel worth like I was fighting for. And I fell in love with you because you fell in love with me

I want to tell him everything To the endless nights I spend wishing I was holding him Wishing I could shower him with kisses To the days I spend staring at him with so much joy and love I could explode I want him to know how much he means to me I want him to know I love him so much my heart aches I want him to know I could listen to him forever and never get tired I want him to know I could just look at him for hours and my feelings could only get stronger I want him to know I could never leave him Mostly, I just want him to know he has my heart and soul I will never let go of him because I don’t know if I could even if I wanted too

I want to be with you, it is as simple, and as complicated as that.

I don’t know how to love without using my whole heart. I don’t know what its like to love someone ‘half way’. I practice giving love in the same way I’d like to receive it.

“I hope we last. I hope we do. But if we don’t, this is how I want you to remember me: I want you to remember me curled up, listening to the sound of your heartbeat and tracing maps across your skin. Remember me laughing at your jokes, even the stupid ones. Remember me in hysterics for absolutely no reason and in tears because one time you made me so sad neither of us thought I’d recover. Remember me brave, that time you held my hand and I thought I was going to die; remember me scared and gentle and delicate and breakable - only for you though, only for you. Remember me happy, and all the ridiculous ways I tried to get your attention. Remember the way I was too stubborn to talk to you and how absolutely insane it drove the both of us. Remember all the firsts and how they were so delightful we went back for seconds and thirds and fourths. Remember the songs you couldn’t stop listening to and the childish dreams you allowed yourself about the future. If it’s any consolation I allowed myself to have them too. If it comes to it I don’t want you to remember the ending. Remember the beginning. Remember the first time you knew.