You’re still the one I dream of.
Who do you dream of?

For I am in love with you,
and this is what it is like
or what it is like in words.

I exist in two places,
                 here and where you are.

You walk by,
and I fall to pieces.

Why do I fall in love with every woman I see who shows me the least bit of attention?

I miss you. It’s been over a year and I still fucking miss you.

Are we in different worlds now?

My life is now divided into the time before I met you and the time after.

I hope you don’t look at everyone that way.

I might as well be reaching for the moon.

If I said that every time I see you, I want to kiss you, I would be lying. Every time I am alive, I want to kiss you.

When you left, it was like my bones had been removed. No one knew why, but I collapsed.

I want to know if you moved and breathed in the same world with me.

The feeling of your eyes. The warmth on my body.