(when I’m in love with you, I’ll learn how you take your coffee. In fact, I’ll pay attention to how you take any drink, and I’ll try to make it for you. I’ll bring it to you in the mornings. When I’m in love with you, I’ll pay attention to what you pay attention to. Ill see what makes your eyes light up. I’ll try to make them light up, too. I’ll make you gifts with my own two hands, I’ll show you all the music that has ever touched me even if it’s hard to listen to, and I’ll show you my worst memories. I’ll put a crown in your hair, and you can take it off if you want to. I’ll ask you to dance with me in the living room late at night and if there’s a thunderstorm and our powers out, we’ll make the power ourselves, and I’ll be the first to light it. I’ll write poetry for you. I’ll dig into the darkest parts of my heart and ask her what she thinks as she drum beats and what she says to me of you I’ll put down on notes that you’ll find stuck in your car window and kissed. I’ll cry when I tell you that I love you for the first time. Because I’ll be scared. I’ll walk forward, still. I will let silences be silences but somewhere my soul will be humming anyway for you, and I won’t be able to turn down my muchness, but when you’re falling asleep and I am still awake next to you I’ll be happy to be quiet and gentle and soft and look out at the moon to thank her. I’ll try to share everything that makes me smile with you, even if it’s stupid. I’ll be really bad at telling you stories because you’ll distract me, and you’ll tell me I’m an awful story teller. I’ll be really bad at telling jokes, too, and you’ll tell me I can’t make it as a standup comedian, which is just fine, I’m already telling a story to Earth herself and I promise you, she’s laughing at me all the time. I’ll be vulnerable, you’ll see some of the worst parts of me that I have locked away and let out by accident, and I’m already sorry for that but I am really real just like you, and I’d like for my worst parts to kiss yours. When I’m in love with you, I’ll ask you if you like how I look all the time, if you like how I feel, I’ll press my hand against your chest and ask your heart if they are happy. I will care about your eyes, your hands, your heart the most. And when you answer yes, I will do my best to hide my self satisfied smile, and I’ll probably kiss you again.)
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