europe and all the places inbetween
i feel like this is just going to spill out of me; yet, i am hesitant in sounding repititive, boring, naive, foolish, wrong. i am so afraid that you will come back different, that i will come back different, that time will change things. but, as of now, i have this feeling that i know has been hiding inside of me forever, never recognizable; i close my eyes and see waves spilling up over the beach, you laying by my side, laughing. i feel like it has been building and building for years and now i can finally make out who you are, who i am, what we are together. i never understood how people were just happy due to direct feelings for another person, but how i feel about you i know could make me happy forever, could keep me going. i cant stay angry at you, i cant bury these thoughts of you. i dont even feel jealous when i know you are kissing another girl because what i have mapped out inside of me is an ocean lined with memories of your voice and blue, blue eyes looking my way; and the fulfillment in knowing the way you look at me says you feel every electric shot of love and understanding that i do.
i remember so many details about you; just the pure excitement i get knowing i will talk to you soon keeps me going, keeps me alive, keeps me content and settled until you are back where i can see you, touch you, be near to your messy, einstein self.
i wish we spent the summer together; i wish we kissed more than just the few times that sent us running away from each other; i wish i was in the mountains with you, under your sheets, smiling. but, a year will pass and time will tell if this is it, if you really are the one. if all this knowledge i know of you, and feel you know of me is real, is true. if, by some star-driven path of fate, we are made for each other.
i remember so many details about you; just the pure excitement i get knowing i will talk to you soon keeps me going, keeps me alive, keeps me content and settled until you are back where i can see you, touch you, be near to your messy, einstein self.
i wish we spent the summer together; i wish we kissed more than just the few times that sent us running away from each other; i wish i was in the mountains with you, under your sheets, smiling. but, a year will pass and time will tell if this is it, if you really are the one. if all this knowledge i know of you, and feel you know of me is real, is true. if, by some star-driven path of fate, we are made for each other.