is there a word for wanting to write stories for all the things I want to feel with you. a word for all the colors we see together. colors I have never seen before. sounds I have only heard with you. journals for all the memories we haven't made but are so real I can almost taste them.
I've never felt like this before. no one has ever made me want to write the way you have. I want to call it love but the way I feel when you’re inside me feels so unfamiliar and I could have sworn if it were love, it'd know the taste immediately.
It’s sweeter. you’re sweeter. my favorite kind of birthday cake. the driver of my old Acura and a long journey home. I'll leave the light on for you, please come inside. you feel cosmic. worth leaving the past for. for the first time in my life, the only place I want to go is forward and that’s with you. I have known you before, even though we only met months ago. I just know it. I will wait for you, fight you over the sugar cookies. the first person I've never been afraid to look directly in the eye. you were the first person to ever kiss my forehead the first day I met you. I cannot thank you enough for that.
do you know me too? do you feel it. am I crazy. I remember looking at you for the first time and being so nervous. how badly I wanted you to like me. and one of the first things you ended up confessing about the night we met was ‘the first thing I thought when I saw you was yes.’
so what is it going to be. do you feel it too. whatever this is. is it all made up inside of my head? it feels so real that I can nearly feel it. taste it. touch it. hold it. i long for you more than anything I've ever wanted.
I told you I was leaving the light on, come to me, we can call whatever this is home.