Cliche.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
We are so cliche.
We finish each others sentences, sometimes I think you're a mind reader.
I cannot count the times in a day we say the words "I love you" yet this countless amount never seems like it's enough.
I love you infinity past beyond, because this love really does transcend this universe.
Your love for me makes me grow childish-a feeling more amazing than could be described- for while everyone is busy trying to grow up and move on, you bring out the joyful youth in me.
You've reminded me what being happy is and have shown me that I've been missing out on happiness for far too long.
The first time you told me how you felt - that you loved me - my heart seemed to melt and overflow my ribcage.
This was a feeling like no other.
People say they get butterflies around "that" someone, that they feel all warm and fuzzy inside and that their heart just melts as it is overcome by such a strong and pure emotion.
I doubted that possibility, laughed a bit at how cliche it seemed.
I mean of course I'd fantasized about the possibility, but I never thought I could feel that way so literally.
I thought I just needed a friend. But what I needed was you.
And darling, we are the best promise you could ever break.
We fawn over each other, constantly declaring our love and proclaiming every possible reason why our love is the perfect love.
We'd get so deep into these conversations of outpouring affection but then try and pull ourselves out, for fear of being too cliche.
That's what I do when I see you, or hear you or read something you write.
I smile. You always give me that smile.
You are the sunshine in my life when I'm a stormy cloud, so together we create a rainbow.
(L)OVE * 11:18 AM
YOU KNOW YOU WANNA KNOW ME
I'm not single, trust me.
I can cheer other people up when they're sad.
I live my life to the fullest without bothering others.
MAKE SOME NOISE, ITS A PARTY
I'll be yours in plenty and in times of wants, in times of sickness
And in times of health, in times of joys and in times of sorrows.
I promise to respect you, to cherish you, to care for you.
To protect you, to comfort you and to support you.
Loving what i know about you and trusting you for all the thing I don't know.
Entreat me not to leave you.
Wherever you go, I'll go.
Wherever you stay, I'll stay.
Your people will be my people.
Where you die, I'll die.
AND THERE I WILL BURIED :)
PEOPLE YOU SHOULD NEVER HURT
C'MON, STALK MY PAST
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