II-XXI

Are you with me just because you love me? or are you with me because you continuously fall more in love with me everyday?

I ask myself these questions in wonder about you

Do I stress you out more than I make you happy?

Do I constantly make you feel like you are not enough?

Do you love me with caution or are you all in?

Do you share the same ideas with me or are you just in like with the idea?

Has something changed?

Did my mind scare you away?

Do you still feel the need to keep my attention?

Am I hurting you?

Are you afraid I will hurt you?

Is that why you are cautious with me?

Are you bored?

Do I still excite you?

Do you think things are different? In a positive or negative way?

Do you think we should be together?

Are we compatible?

Will you ever tell me why you love me?

Are you even happy with me?

Do you trust me?

Do you feel comfortable to talk to me about anything?

Are you content with where we are?

What would make this better?

It’s the little things he does for me. He always compliments me, and tells me I’m beautiful. Stares at me like he’s seen me for the very first time. He’ll gaze into my eyes and examine the little details of my face, and it always makes me blush. But I love that. I love the little things and I don’t know why I let my expectations take over and want bigger things. He’s enough, he does enough, he loves me more than enough. I hold him to such a high standard, but it’s only because I put him on a pedestal and I truly believe he’s perfect to me. The flaws and imperfections are what make him perfect.

I look at you, and I look into your eyes and I ask myself how could I ever stop loving you

How could I stop loving such a beautiful human inside and out

How could I erase our memories and turn you into a stranger

How could I give up on your love

I look in your eyes and I wonder if I walked into your mind, what song would play endlessly?

How would you view me? If only I could feel what you feel.

What still pains you and what brings you joy when you’re reminded of it?

If you could pick your favorite memory of us, what would it be

If that little voice in your head could tell me what’s on your mind, what would it say

Thousands and thousands of miles to go, searching within your mind

I look into your eyes and I recognize the love, the anger, the madness, and the happiness all in two.

I look into your eyes and I wonder who you were and who you could be, while still recognizing who you are.

And when we close our eyes and sync our breaths, I search within my mind... How I could never stop loving you because you fill a part of my soul that I didn’t know I needed

And when I think of you and I think of our love, violins and soft piano keys play over and over in my mind, and I’m at peace with you.

You are my home.