hypophrenia

“and if i could, i’d kiss you till my lungs gave out.”

“Be with someone who is a home and an adventure all at once”

“I should be sleeping. But I’m thinking of you. I’m always thinking about you.”

“I don’t usually have favourites. But when they asked, “What’s your favourite colour?” I said, “Blue.” Because it’s the colour of your eyes. “What’s your favourite food?” I said, “Apples.” Because that’s what your lips taste like when we kiss. “What’s your favourite scent?” I said, “Spearmint.” Because that’s all I smell when you bury me in your arms. “What’s your favourite season?” I said, “Winter.” Because that’s when we get to cuddle the most. “What’s your favourite place?” I said, “Home.” Because home is where the heart is. And my heart is with you. And I wouldn’t want to be any place than beside you.”

“Cuddling, snuggling, smiling, laughing and kissing - all the things I want to do when I think of you.”

“Call me at 4am. Wake me up. I don’t care, I just want to hear your voice. Tell me about the bad dream you had, tell me why you can’t fall asleep. Tell me why you prefer to talk at night, or why the words only come spilling from your mouth when you think no one is listening. I am here. I will listen to you when your shoulders feel heavy; I will hear your words when you feel so crushingly small. I will sit with you in silence when you are slumped against your pillow. I know your sadness is not beautiful, I know it is overwhelming and destructive and ugly. I know you feel powerless and redundant. So call me at 4am. I prefer you over sleep any day. Don’t sit there on your own. Talk to me. I love you and I care.”

“Ocean blue eyes looking in mine, I feel like I might sink