#lasttraintorome

I’m not sure if I’ve met you already. If I did, I’d only ask that you be patient with me. If I haven’t, I hope I’m ready for you when I do.

I already have an idea of you, though. Glimpses of your soul when my eyes open to a new day; Remnants of your smile as moonlight dips just below the ocean’s surface.

I dream of you. I wake up and force myself back to sleep, hoping you'll come back. Like the last one. We were on the beach and talked about our lives together. I remember every detail we shared.

No arguments, because no one listens, we’ll talk it out. Spending Saturday nights drunk off of your beauty, And Sunday mornings high off of your perceptions.

I don’t like routine, so i’m unpredictable. I’ll call you at 2am, tell you to dress warm, Just to talk about our childhoods, while we drive down the coast.

I want to be weird with you because no one quite understands us. Unorthodox. I want to slow dance to Marvin until Juvenile comes on. Wipe your tears and tell you that your crying face isn't cute, just to revive your smile.

Oh, I’m the biggest baby when I’m sick, so I’ll need you by my side. Silk doesn’t compare to skin, so I’ll find comfort in your curves. And my favorite position is the last one, when you curl up and fall asleep on my chest.

I just ask that we remain honest to each other. If we have to hide it, we shouldn't do it. If we do it, we shouldn't hide it.

Keep your mind as open as my ears, Your lips as tight as our last embrace, And your love as intense as the first time we met the Sun together.