Goodbye for now, my love.

Will he miss me as much as I will miss him? Will he need me as much as I will need him? Will he want me as much as I will want him? Will he long for us being together again as I will long for us being together again? Will time go by as slowly for him as it will go by for me? Will he think of me as often as I will think of him? I will never know because I will never ask. I will never know as he will never know how much tears I will shed, how much I will hurt, how much I will miss him, how much I will want him, how much I will need him. He will know I do but never how much, never really know, never really understand. I will not tell, I will never explain. My love, my feelings are never shared so I will never speak of them. I will feel away, I will wait, I will miss, I will want, I will need, I will hurt. I will never tell. Goodbye  for now, my love, goodbye for now. Come back to me soon, come back to me.

Fill my whole heart with your kisses.

I cherish every kiss you give me. I gift-wrap them in precious little boxes and place them on special shelves in my little heart. I lock them inside with that little metal key I wear around my neck. There are billions of kisses in there but my heart isn't even half full. Every second we are apart I feel it even more empty than it actually is. Please fill my whole heart with your kisses so when you are away I don't feel that much alone.  

I want it all.

And your happiness reflects onto me, and your sadness too. But your happiness is a constant, no matter how fake, and your sadness is a constant that only I can seem to see. So we're always melancholy but we never use our words. How strange it is to be part of something that doesn't feel the need to open their mouths to verbalize the anguish. How strange it is to be.
Your hands are too big for mine. Your arms. Your legs. Your heart. I want it all, I want to eat all of your sadness and capture the anger you carry on your strong shoulders, and kill it. I want our last thoughts to always be of each other. I want you to be free like the birds and wild like the salmon in the sea.

He is.

If he still sees the beauty in you and still falls for you after seeing your weird facial expressions, your unusual laugh, your constant bitching, your ugly days, your pig out days, the way you toss and turn in your sleep, your stupid jokes, the way you ask questions about things you should already know the answers to but he answers them anyways, your obsession with strange things, your random sounds, and your immaturity. Then you already know this is the boy.

Walk around naked.

I can't wait for the days when we can walk around our apartment naked, stay in bed all day, have sex where we want, shower together and then have sex in the shower, have breakfast in bed, watch a movie, than have sex before the movie ends, never get dressed, have dinner on candle light then fuck again, then, at the end of our day, we can fall asleep in each others arms knowing we'll still be next to each other when we wake up in the morning. It will be wonderful.