you have dark hair, it hangs down your face in loops.

you have gold, thin-rimmed glasses and you wear thin, long sleeve navy sweaters in the winter and jewelry year round.

you’re charismatic, kind, and slightly dramatic. you’re overly sarcastic, an artist, a photographer or poet, maybe, and we share our art with each other.

my greatest supporter.

when i look at you, i fall apart. the tension disappears in my body, and falling into you feels like actually falling in love every time.

i let myself love you. i let myself risk everything, i won’t hold back. i’ll let myself want you entirely. i’l let myself believe you’re the one, and you are.

you leave me notes, sticky notes and pieces of notebook paper hide among the hundreds of posters that crowd these walls.

i come home to you, and you to me. to you, i’m pure gold. not perfect no. flawless? of course not. you see how i am cracked, how i am tattered, you know i have healing to do.

but thank god you’re here, because you do heal me, you kiss me everywhere, you love me deeply, and i’ll refuse to let you go.

sunsets on bridges over waterfalls

orange leaves in your hair

rooftops, starlight, with you

feet in socks, books in hand, snow falls heavy outside our windows

peppermint

may i begin, once again, to allow myself to dream.