My you.

Pssst

You know what,

maybe someday, I'll finally stop caring.

Maybe someday, I'll finally stop dreaming about you and all the could be's.

Maybe someday, I'll be able to learn how to not look for you in random places.

Maybe someday, I'll let you freely out of my system.

But you know what, 

there's also this thing about my heart...

It will never stop beating for the only one real thing it knows.

It refuses to be discovered by anyone else.

Refuses to beat for anyone else.

I'm still not sure if you think it's either rare like a gem or if it's completely fucked up.

So once and for all, thank you for your understanding and patience.

I still don't know how you do it.

You still remember all those things I said when I was 15.

I meant all those things. Every single one of them.

Somehow, I still dream about you the same way I did years ago.

Come and take me away now.

Let's be happy and miserable together.

What's more happier than finally being able to feel you near me.

What's more worst than not being with you?

Let's do this.

But you know what, 

there's this other thing I'm scared about.

What if I'm I'm too late.

That this thing I'm holding on to,

the thing that's been keeping me safe and sane,

have been gone long before I can finally say,

I'm ready this time.

That the ship has sailed without me.

Are you still here?

I miss you.

I'm sorry it took me a long time.

I won't promise I will be worth it,

But I will squeeze fresh orange juice for you in the morning,

Take care of you when you're not feeling too good.

Argue with you on the silliest of things, and annoy you constantly.

Will give you space when you need one.

I will be whoever you want me to be.

And still be that girl maybe you liked many years ago.

I'm not jealous of any other people.

They have their story.

We have ours.

Please believe me on this one.

Errmmm. So how's your day?

- E🌱