Frostbite ❄️

Dear Elliott,

       You were special since the day I met you, and every day since I’ve honestly fallen for you. I’m writing this at the start of us, but I really feel like it could be so worth it. You have something about you that makes me feel special. Every word you say means more to me than anybody else that’s said the same thing to me. You care about me and my wellbeing more than I do sometimes, and that means so very much to me. I’m falling hard and fast for you, and it scares the shit out of me. I close up on people to keep myself from getting hurt, but with you I don’t even care. I want this to work, I can see this working, so it’s easy and comes so naturally to me to talk to you about things that I’ve never told people. I want to know every little detail about you, and fall for you more and more when I learn about your weird little habits and all of the silly things you do. You mean the world to me already, and it does scare me, but I really can’t imagine feeling this way with anyone else. You’re the kind of guy that my best friend loves, that my parents would love, that I want to bring home to my family, that I want to stay with for a long time. And maybe that’s silly because as of right now we’ve only been talking for a few weeks, but I’ve known since I started hanging out around you on campus that you were something else. You were so much different than everyone around me. You kept to yourself, but said what needed to be said. You didn’t just talk about stupid irrelevant shit like everybody else that hung out with us. You had an entire demeanor that I fell for and obsessed over for weeks until you finally had the courage to ask Zach for my number. From day one I knew you were special, but I never knew how special you would be to me. You make me feel something indescribable whenever I’m around you. I don’t feel the pressure to keep up a conversation, it comes naturally for us. Everything with you happens so naturally and I just never saw something like this coming. But here we are, and I could not ask for anybody else. Thank you so much.

I hope this kind of sums up how much I like you.

Your mind is beautiful.

Your hugs.

Your kisses.

Your cuddles.

Your eyes - God, your brown eyes are stunning. I get lost in them.

Your voice - not only when you talk, although when you speak it’s just gorgeous. I love to listen to you talk. I like to listen to your voi e when I’m falling asleep. But I also love listening to you sing. You say you suck, but I think you’re pretty good. But even your goofy singing, I just love it. You’re so stinking cute.

You’re so stinking cute!

I love how after a fight we can pretend it never happened. Like at prom, we were screaming at each other over the phone but then when I saw you and said “That never happened,” and you said “What never happened? Nothing happened.”

You deal with me when I’m on my period

You deal with me when I’m not on my period

You love me almost as much as I love you

you can make me smile

you like cats

You accept my coke addiction

You aren’t perfect. I’m not going to lie and say you are perfect because that’s lying. Sometimes you infuriate me. But even though you’re not perfect, you’re perfect for me. We’re perfect together.

You hold the door open for me.

you call me dear, darling, love, princess, dork, etc.

Your hands fit pretty perfectly in mine.

You(sometimes) have good music taste

You shake my dad’s hand

You hold me.

You forgive me

You give me chance after chance when I really don’t deserve it.

Your smile melts my heart.

You’re not just my boyfriend. You’re my best friend too.

I can trust you, even when I don’t act like it. You’ve done nothing to deplete my trust.

Our late night kiks and texts when we’re both barely keeping our eyes open

You’ll always be there for me

I love that when I think about my future you’re always in it.

I love hearing you say you love me and me saying I love you.

I love how when I’m at my roughest looking moments you still think I’m the most beautiful thing in the world.

Although you don’t love your body, I do. I love every inch of it.

How much you care about me and how much I care about you.

The way I feel safe having you in my life. Nothing could ever hurt me with you around(unless you hit me)

How kind and gentle you are with me

How you’ve let me into your life so easily.

How you’ve taught me so much about yourself.

You know whenever I’m upset, even if I don’t tell you.

I love you because even when we’re annoyed and irritated with each other, we still strive to end the day on a better note. No going to bed until we’ve worked this out. 

Even though you deserve so much better, for some crazy and insane reason, you choose me.

When you tell me I’m beautiful, somehow I can just tell that you mean it, even though I might not believe you.

You’re my prince in shining armor. You’re my Noah. You’re my everything.

You make beautiful music

Because you tell me stupid jokes from your popsicle stick.

You smell sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good. And I tell you every time I see you.

Because I never thought I’d be in love like this and I know I don’t deserve it.

From the moment I met you, I knew we’d spend a long long time together. I felt like I had known you for forever.

I love you because I love my eyes when you look into them; I love my name when you say it; I love my heart when you love it; I love my life when you are in it.

You give me the feels

You think I’m pretty without makeup

Your “Good morning, beautiful” texts make my day worth getting up.

You hold my hand in the car.

You give me the best hugs in the whole wide world.

You pop my thumbs

You’re one of a kind

You not only tell me you love me, you show it too.

You put up with my nerdy tendencies

You’re the cutest monkey I’ve ever seen when you puff out your lips and pull out your ears

Because we have inside jokes

I can tell you anything and you’ll listen

You’re just plain sexy

You hold me while we watch scary movies

You make fun of me when I scream at scary movies

You make silly faces on facetime

You pick at blankets and I pick at my stuffed animal.

You’re so ticklish

You try so hard to tickle me

You let me poke Abigale

You paid for my dinner that one time

We’re a tumblr couple

You don’t get mad at me for falling asleep on facetime

You let me read to you

When we broke up for like a week, the first time we saw each other afterwards, I felt like I was at our first date again, waiting for you to hold my hand, and when you did, I got butterflies.

You tell me my boobs are bigger than that Kardashian girl’s

You’ll always be taller than me.

You notice when I change my makeup

Because your facial hair.

You put everything into playing the guitar. When you play it, you have this sense of loving what you’re doing radiation off of you.

You come to see every show or scene day I’m in… even if I am only French Girl Number One.

You think I am the best French Girl Number One there has ever been.

You had too many fingers and toes.

We can talk for hours without running out of things to talk about.. Even if it is our first time meeting.

When I want to stop getting frisky, you don’t complain, you just hold me.

You’ve been through a lot, and I’ve watched you grow as a person

Your tumblr is quite lovely.

You have very cute style

You rock beanies and hats. It’s seriously the cutest thing ever.

I love your face when you’re really intent on a movie or tv show

How well you get along with my parents

You have the cutest nose in the whole wide world

According to Zach and Rachel and me you are THEmost attractive person any of us have ever dated.

You put your arm around me when I’m sad because we have to let my ducks go.

You let me watch Hannah Montana at your house one time

You aren’t fat

You’ve got good music on your spotify

You introduced me to breaking bad

You don’t judge me when I’m holding my boobs and don’t even realize it

You let me pet your kitties

You have the prettiest teeth in the world 

I want that relationship where you can talk on the phone, or in person for hours about random things, about life, about fears, about things that make me anxious. Random face times or Skype calls or phone calls at three in the morning to say I miss you, I want that relationship where we know every little bit of one another, know each other’s favorite song, favorite color, favorite movie. I want that relationship that even when we fight, we can’t bear to stop talking. I want the relationship where if one of us are feeling sad we just cuddle the night away in silence, or talk about what happened that made us feel that way.

I want to lay out and watch the stars, fall asleep in the grass. I want to adventure and fall in love with her over, and over, and over again every time I look into her eyes. I want her to make me realize that everyone I’ve been with in the past, was only making me better for her. I want to visit all the wonders of the world, and be able to say I kissed her at all of them.

I want to know every inch of the person I’m with, every inch of their being. I want to know what makes their beautiful mind theirs, I want to know every inch of their soul and what they’re passionate about. I want to know every little centimeter of their body, I want to know trace every birthmark, every scar. I want to see them on their bad days, and on their good. I want to love them as a whole, and I want the same for me.

But people like this don’t exist anymore. At least not for me.

And that’s what breaks my heart. I get into these meaningless relationship just for them to end because I was never enough. I give my all, just to end up empty.