Saccharine.

Not a serious post this time- I’m just a bit tired. I know you’re tired too, working on school stuff- but you know? I’m happy to be here with you. Even though it’s just a call. I know I’m not saying much, but I’m enjoying the moment. Enjoying hearing your voice, the little sighs you make while you work. As I sit here, soft light coming from my desk lamp, I stare up at the ceiling in a comfortable silence. And I wonder what the future holds.

You’re like a flame.

Somehow simultaneously like the soft glow and light of a candle..

And yet the cozy warmth of the fire in a fire place.

The soft pink and purple of an early morning sunrise, peacefully fending off the darkness of night. Bringing the promises of a new day and many more in the near and distant future. 

Like the slight flickering of stars. The pictures they paint. The gorgeous bits of hope among a deep, and beautiful dark sky.

But also the moon, who controls the tides. Who is much much more important than people give it credit for. Much more loving, accepting. If only people would make the effort to stay out late enough to be able to appreciate it fully.

Like the flicker of light off of loving eyes.

The light reflected off of water.

And I see a bit of you in every one of these things.

You’ve brought your light to my life.

Given me hope.

We've achieved something beautiful together. Something I've never had before with friends or past partners. We have a relationship without judgement. One where we truly try to and succeed in understanding each other.

Comfort.

Calmness.

Relaxation.

Those words are what I feel telling you the darker things about myself. I don't fear being judged or hated for things from the past or problems I currently deal with because I know that you'll always be understanding. Earlier today I brought up the difference between puppy love and true love, the difference between a matured relationship and an immature one. This is that difference. This is what makes our love real and so mature despite it's relatively young age, and it'll keep getting more and more mature as the months turn into years and the years into decades. Here's to a happy, peaceful life with you, my precious Calista 💚 -Ethan

It’s the small things you do for me.

The book you want to read for me.

Asking me to teach you how to dance.

Carrying me around, because you know that’s something I enjoy.

You send me sweet messages every now and then after I head to bed, giving me something to read when I wake up in the morning.

You help remind me, that its the little things that make the world go around.

So I’ll take my time to enjoy them, now that I have them.

My other half.

Sweet. Caring. Lovely.

You don’t see what I see.

Your eyes speak a thousand words. A story you can try your best to convey to me.. and although I love reading and hearing what you have to say to me, nothing will compare to the look you give me.The blue. Yellow.

After all, the eyes are a window to the soul they say.

Passionate. Giving. Hopeful.

The sound of your voice. There’s a certain emotion I can hear with each tone. I could listen to you for hours. There’s something comforting to it.

Protective. Safe. Gentle.

How I long for your embrace. Warm and cozy. Comfortable.

You remind me of many things.

Soft rainfall. Thunder. String lights and bunk beds. Blankets and hugs. Security.

Chopin.

Nocturne op.9 no.2.

You remind me of a lot of things.. but the feeling of peace this song gives me is something that reminds me of you the most.

I love it.

And I love you.