I think I’m in love with you. But no, not that pesky sixth grade infatuation you’re thinking about. I think I’m actually in love with you. For once, I think I’ve found someone I can fully relate and commit to. I’m not thinking about taking you home with me just for some fun; I’m thinking about waking up to see your radiant face every morning, for the rest of my days. I absolutely love your voice on the phone, especially when you’re tired because it’s three in the morning. I’m under the influence of your personality; like a drug I can’t resist, you make me smile every time you say my name. I want to cuddle with you, I want to smell your hair, I want to tell you how you’ve changed my life for the better. You’ve made a difference in my life. You’ve reached into my soul and showed me the very essence of what it means to be with someone emotionally, physically, mentally. And because of what you’ve done for me, I’ve learned to love you the same way I learned how to ride a bike. Scared, but recklessly; without a helmet or elbow pads, so my very scars can tell the story of how I fell for you.
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