Maybe one day we’ll meet again when we’re different people.
Maybe then we’ll be better for each other.
I want you. I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you…
I save our texts. And our late night fbook messages. I save every voice mail you leave. And little reminders of stuff you’ve done for me. I save it. Not only because I’m overly sentimental. But also because I live in fear of you not always being here. And me not hearing your voice say I love you…
just be patient and work on you
nothing is worse than having the person that you’ve always wanted
but not being prepared to handle it
and letting that person slip away
work on you, work on your past, work on your heart
put in the work now
so that you’re ready for a relationship