I want all of you, your demons and all. I want to be the person that know you best. I want you to tell me all the insignificant details about your day on the phone before bed. I want the spontaneous walks in the park and the belly laughs that end up in stomach cramps. I want you at your worst, I want to hold your hand and fight your battles with you. I want to be the one that makes you smile when you thought you were unable to. I want to be your escape from your reality.
I want all of it. I am not looking for only the best parts of you, I want to get my hands dirty. Because true love is messy. (via crashingwaves-burningsouls)









