i love you.

We started out simple, easy, you tried and tried and I refused to let you in, but that was after we made out for 30 minutes straight and I told you were I lived. We went out, we were shy, but we knew we couldn’t stay away from each other. Every moment away from you I thought about never seeing you again, but then we went out and waited until the very last train to get back.

Maybe it’s because our signs align, maybe it’s because you have a beautiful smile and I have huge, very dark, eyes. Maybe it’s the first time I’ve ever trusted and loved someone even though you don’t know that. You don’t know that I’ve been writing about you since the day we met and that I’ve been dreaming about you since way before that.

I love you and I’ve loved you in many ways already. If we try really hard, I think we could maybe make it through everything in our ways. The color, the money, the school, the gender, the family. I love you and I love how different we are, but so alike on the inside. They say our first love never lasts, I know you’ll last for the rest of my life.

When you’re done lasting, it’ll be hell, I’ll cry for weeks, you’ll be out with someone else, maybe her, maybe another one, but I’m sure I’m gonna win the suffering part of this relationship. You’ll ruin my life in more ways than the ones you saved it and I can’t do anything about it but hope we keep having amazing sex before it.

I know you have your problems, but mine are so deep you don’t even know about them and I want you to. I want you to know every inch of my life as much as I want you, your lips touching mine with a touch of violence never before so synchronised with love, your hands holding me, squeezing me, taking my breath away, literally. 

I’m preparing myself to hate you as soon as we break up, but for now, baby, I’ll love you forever.