In the end I want it to be you.
Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober.
Baby I understand that some nights sadness will hit you like a tidal wave and there is no way to stop it or tell when it is coming. I understand how hard it is to keep from drowning. But I need you to understand this. When you are sad, I will call you and read you parts of my favorite book so that for a little while you can leave this life and feel like you’re someone else. When you are too sad to even speak I’ll sit there with you and listen to you breathe and memorize your heartbeat. And when you tell me that you need me, I will already be on my way to you. And if you want to cry, I will hold you all night. And if you want to laugh, I will bring your favorite comedy over and I will watch it with you and fall in love with your tear filled eyes every time the tv lights them up. If you want to be alone, I will give you space. But I will come back in the morning and tell you how beautiful you are and that I’m so happy you made it through the night. I will hold your hand and tell you that tonight will be better. And I’ll do everything I can to try and make that happen. So it’s okay to be sad, because I will always be here to make you happy again.
I know the sadness in you is always there. I know that some days it’s more evident in others, but it’s always there. I know that you’re so petrified of loving someone, because you think they can’t handle the way your bones aches, or the individual marks you have carved into your body. I know you think that you’re going to go unloved for an eternity, all because some days you can’t drag yourself out of bed in the mornings. I know that there is no such thing as saving people, and I know that love isn’t a cure for depression by any means. But baby, depression has never met anyone like me, and baby, depression has never met a love like ours. I’ll love you on the days where your smile shines bright and you laugh at all of my dumb jokes, and I’ll love you on the days where even the thought of smiling seems like the most difficult of tasks. I’ll love every inch of your mind, and I’ll love every inch of your body, including the individual reminders that some days were worse than others, the reminders that you’ve grown to hate. I’ll love you with every fiber of my being, and with that I’ll love every fiber of yours. So please, don’t let the sadness push me away, because I promise to love you through all of it.
There’s nothing more intimate in life than simply being understood. And understanding someone else.
Brad Meltzer, The Inner Circle (via quotethat)
I want to kiss her.
Not because I want to feel the softness of her fair lips or the warmth of her breath as she exhales against me.
I want to kiss her because I can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that she is. I want her to know that I see her as perfect. That she is perfect.