The first time I met you my stomach was lifted into my throat by one million butterflies & I nearly lost my shit. You caught me joking about what I would do to you if I got you alone & you laughed. I caught you watching me & laughed as well. That smile. I want to watch the sunrise from balconies with you after a night spent discussing our future together. I want to get under your skin. I want to listen & know your every secret. I want to study your eyes as they were the ocean. I want to start a revolution with you. I want to write you love letters, and as we grow older I want you to read them aloud too ma as if we were young again. But what I really want is to tell you that regardless of everything is that, you’re perfect. Even if you never feel the same way as I feel. You’re perfect. I hope that when you’re lying in bed after a night of seeing me, listening to terrible sappy music, that you don’t feel alone as you once did before. And just remember, You are perfect to me