You're like my one favorite sweatshirt that never really fits right, but always feels comfortable. Or that time of the morning when the sun hits the window just enough to wake you up, but not too much to piss you off. You're my perfect bottle of red nail polish, and my favorite shade of pink. Even if you were expired milk, I'd swear nothing had ever tasted better. You're like the caramel in my macchiato- the sweetest part, and I love the way you're a little bitter like black coffee. You're my Brand New- the greatest thing I've ever known and the biggest secret I've never wanted to share. I miss you like your peanut butter misses my jelly...
I just need you to know that I’m sorry we can’t be together. If I could have it my way, I’d have all of you, everyday, for only myself. Apparently reality has a little humor in the way she handles my life, and has decided to make the relationship I’d love to share with you as unattainable as possible. I don’t blame her; I wouldn’t want to share you either. So I understand that we can’t do this the way I’d like, but in near time we’ll be close. As the miles which separate us diminish, I pray that you’ll feel me growing closer and the warmth I hope to share with you lights a fire in your heart so strong I can see the flames through your chest and smell the heat on your breath.
Your intelligence is beyond your years, and I think it’s within the simple way you speak I find comfort. I hope you continue to write until your fingers are bloody and blue with age. With a mind like yours, you’ll soon be able to see inspiration in the uninspired, and while you grow and progress with your creativity, I want to be there to watch and experience all the liquid talent you’ll create. You need to know that I believe in your dreams, and I trust that within your passion you will find a success all your own, a success no one except you is worthy of possessing.
Like your fingerprints, you have an identity all your own. I understand that you haven’t ever had it easy, and when it comes to life, this far you’ve had to share the short end of the stick. I’m sorry I couldn’t have been there to dilute the difficulty and ease the pain, but I’m here now; I’ll be here forever. You will always have a home in me, and you must trust me when I tell you that.
Please forgive me for my wrongs. And if you can't forgive me, then at least learn to love me for my rights. And if you're tired of looking, then give me the chance to show you...
xoxo
I just need you to know that I’m sorry we can’t be together. If I could have it my way, I’d have all of you, everyday, for only myself. Apparently reality has a little humor in the way she handles my life, and has decided to make the relationship I’d love to share with you as unattainable as possible. I don’t blame her; I wouldn’t want to share you either. So I understand that we can’t do this the way I’d like, but in near time we’ll be close. As the miles which separate us diminish, I pray that you’ll feel me growing closer and the warmth I hope to share with you lights a fire in your heart so strong I can see the flames through your chest and smell the heat on your breath.
Your intelligence is beyond your years, and I think it’s within the simple way you speak I find comfort. I hope you continue to write until your fingers are bloody and blue with age. With a mind like yours, you’ll soon be able to see inspiration in the uninspired, and while you grow and progress with your creativity, I want to be there to watch and experience all the liquid talent you’ll create. You need to know that I believe in your dreams, and I trust that within your passion you will find a success all your own, a success no one except you is worthy of possessing.
Like your fingerprints, you have an identity all your own. I understand that you haven’t ever had it easy, and when it comes to life, this far you’ve had to share the short end of the stick. I’m sorry I couldn’t have been there to dilute the difficulty and ease the pain, but I’m here now; I’ll be here forever. You will always have a home in me, and you must trust me when I tell you that.
Please forgive me for my wrongs. And if you can't forgive me, then at least learn to love me for my rights. And if you're tired of looking, then give me the chance to show you...
xoxo
