Again, writing for the sake of it. Not personal venting.

And there are times when I think I may still love you, but say nothing at all because I know it’s not real. And sometimes, I want to kiss you when I look at you, because you are beautiful that way. And other times, I find myself wondering what life would be with you (or without you completely) but stop because the thought is just so hard to imagine. And at times I find myself hoping to be alone with you, just to keep you for myself, even when I know it’s selfish.

I hope that when we’re old, we’ll still hold hands. And we’ll still laugh when I call you a funny name. And I’ll make you breakfast in bed and you’ll thank me even when the toast is burnt and the coffee sweet. And I’ll kiss you before you leave for work and rub my lipstick stain off your cheek. And I’ll miss you when your car pulls out from the driveway and find stupid reasons to call you and hear your voice when you’re at work. And I’ll get mad at you when you forget to do the laundry but forgive you in the end because you’re too charming for your own good. And we’ll look back at all our photos and smile, and wonder if there were things we could have done better. And we’ll dance in our living room whenever we hear our favorite song and cry when it gets to the emo bit. And we’ll stay in every Saturday night and watch our favorite movies and not wish for anything more. And at night when we crawl into bed and lie side by side, we’ll wish that time would stay still because we know time is against us.

All this and more, I wish to have with you.