Every day i wake up, then I think about you. I think about you when I lay my head on my pillow, hoping to dream that you are in my arms, laying there with me. I daydream about making you laugh, making you happy. I avoid reality just to think about the smell on the base of your neck, and the deep gaze of your brown, cosmic eyes.
My biggest fear is that I will never get to be with you enough, but it's a risk I'm willing to take because every second I spend with you makes me feel like a better person. You make me a better person. I'll always owe you for it. I hope I can pay you with love.