I love you.

I want to wake up really early, and sneak out with him. Take a walk. Be together when no one is watching.

I want to hold his hand so long that we start to sweat.

To look into his eyes and blush because he's looking at me, into my eyes....

Take a picture with us kissing...

To fall asleep on his shoulder, and then wake up with him next to me.

I want to look into his eyes, feel his breath on my lips before the touch.





I want to be with him...for hours, smiling, laughing, being happy, looking at each other, being together.


I don't care if you think this is cheesy.

What if I told you I wanted to do all this because I love him... it makes it even cheesier.

I want to go to a top of a hill... and scream that I love him...because I keep it in.


I don't understand why I am here. I don't understand why I am going to be there. I don't know why I am alive, and I definitely do not get why I am in love.

But I do know that it's right to think about it. And I know that it's right to love him.

I hope he reads this. I hope he will continue to read all of my posts.

And if you are reading this right now.... then hear me out and never forget.... what ever happens...


I love you.