I still remember the feelings I felt the night I told you I was too heavy for your arms and you promised you were strong enough to take care of me, anyway. It's hard to forget them when I feel them every time I receive as little as a good morning text from you.
Everything is so different now.
The conversations barely scratch the surface of anything deeper than the weather. And I lay my head on my pillow every night in hopes of falling asleep only to start thinking of you. Every. Single. Night. And you? You are sound asleep before you even count to the third sheep. I'm so in love with who I wish you (still) were.
You are the way my heart beats.
And you are the words my tongue speaks.
And I will die if you leave me.
