Rushing words

 Now you may ask yourself why this one kid seems to not spit that same ol game, why it is that he just want to hold a simple conversations knowing more about you…yes you!, and no, not what you would want to do with me or what you think of me…but the simple satisfaction of knowing more about you. What you like, what makes you tick, if you prefer vanilla over chocolate ice cream, if at night when you look at the stars do you wish upon them or simply feel like a speck and non important in a world so big and empty. What is your favorite flower, and what is the first thing you think of when you hear the word love.

What are the things that you most desire in this world, and how is it that your dreams are still dreams and not realities. I want to get to know you as easy as you would like me to, i want to be not only that shoulder you run to to shed your tears of sadness but those arms you run to with the loving embrace of happiness when you feel you’ve accomplished something.

But if you only knew how perfect anything you do seems to me, how even on your mistakes i can find the greatness and the kindness you had intended them to have, how every time you say goodbye i begin to count the seconds until i get to hold you in my arms again, even if you arent really mine, even if your lips don’t ever kiss mine, the simple thought of knowing i can belong somewhere in your heart as a friend or even less is enough for me. Just know that since the first day i met you and i looked into your eyes, i told myself i’d give you a part of my heart, so that even when you don’t know that you aren’t alone, there will always be a piece in your heart telling you that i’m yours.