Is this better than a meme?
I like this feeling. I like it a lot.
I never thought hearts skipping beats was anything more than a cliche before I looked into your eyes and actually felt it happen.
Come on, lets go, real slow... Don't you see baby - asi es perfecto...
Anything and everything reminds me of you...
Just about any song on my iPod. The pen I used to write your birthday card. The pile of books we knocked over dancing. My French dictionary. The kitchen table.
All the lyrics that I wrote
Not as smart as the words you spoke
Every drawing that I drew
Was never ever as cute as you
I can't go five minutes without thinking about you. It's probably smaller intervals than that, actually...
My collarbone feels imprinted with the shape of your lips.
Keeping from you keeps me from sleep...
I can't wait to see you again. My mind flicks back and forth from your kisses to your smile to the way you hold my hand to your laugh. To the things we did. To the things I want to do.
I would give anything just to lie next to you and share your warmth. And kiss you a bit.
And don't you think I wish that I could stay? Your lips give you away...
I read your texts to myself, over and over and smile every time. And people look at me funny. And I don't care.
And I love how I would rather talk to you than sleep.
You always seem happy to see me. I always am.
The only time I feel alright is by your side...
And oh, the way you kiss me when you think no-one's looking.
I wish the fingerprints you left had stayed, so I could comfort myself with visible evidence that I was yours. On the other hand, I'm glad they didn't, so that you can make new ones.
I am the happiest I've been since I can remember. And it's your fault. Thank you.
I never thought hearts skipping beats was anything more than a cliche before I looked into your eyes and actually felt it happen.
Come on, lets go, real slow... Don't you see baby - asi es perfecto...
Anything and everything reminds me of you...
Just about any song on my iPod. The pen I used to write your birthday card. The pile of books we knocked over dancing. My French dictionary. The kitchen table.
All the lyrics that I wrote
Not as smart as the words you spoke
Every drawing that I drew
Was never ever as cute as you
I can't go five minutes without thinking about you. It's probably smaller intervals than that, actually...
My collarbone feels imprinted with the shape of your lips.
Keeping from you keeps me from sleep...
I can't wait to see you again. My mind flicks back and forth from your kisses to your smile to the way you hold my hand to your laugh. To the things we did. To the things I want to do.
I would give anything just to lie next to you and share your warmth. And kiss you a bit.
And don't you think I wish that I could stay? Your lips give you away...
I read your texts to myself, over and over and smile every time. And people look at me funny. And I don't care.
And I love how I would rather talk to you than sleep.
You always seem happy to see me. I always am.
The only time I feel alright is by your side...
And oh, the way you kiss me when you think no-one's looking.
I wish the fingerprints you left had stayed, so I could comfort myself with visible evidence that I was yours. On the other hand, I'm glad they didn't, so that you can make new ones.
I am the happiest I've been since I can remember. And it's your fault. Thank you.