I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
You are kind of the best thing to happen to me. Better than what I had in my head. I'm so lucky to have you in my life. I love you.
i personally believe there’s no such thing as luck baby. we’ve both been through fucking hell and back to get here, where we are now. you’re so wonderful, i still don’t understand how i could deserve someone like you. it doesn’t add up. i never want to lose you. i love you too.