I thank god everyday.

Maybe not the “God” but I like to believe that there is an entity higher than humanity that pulls some strings in our lives. I swore to myself and to whoever or whatever was listening that if I got a second chance, a real chance, I would never live with regrets. That I would show myself, the world, and most importantly you, who I really can be. That I would never, ever, take your presence in my life for granted.

I told myself that I would give up anything for you, but so far I’ve only gained the best thing that has ever come into my life. I promise to continue to strive to be the best thing that has ever entered yours.

Nothing I have ever done has felt as natural to me than falling for you.
Like my hands were made to scratch your back on (at least) a daily basis or that they seemingly love to cup your beautiful face with such ease.
My clothes smell and feel better after you’ve worn them. My heart wakes-up bursting to speak to you and to have your warmth pressed against it.
And that your form fits so well in my arms. That maybe my bed feels even comfier after you’ve fallen asleep in it watching a movie. I get
to come home from driving you home to find the patch of warmth that you’ve left behind. To smell your shampoo and perfume in my pillows and sheets.
To wake up to the occasional bobby pin stuck to my back. And of course the lovely good morning texts that you always beat me to.

So while this being your 18th birthday and a day that signifies your growth into the gorgeous woman that you are, I want to thank you. Thank you for finding a way into my life. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for enabling me to grow. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Happy birthday my beautiful girl! I love you with all my heart bunners.

I love finding new ways to send shivers down your spine. Ways that I can cover your body with goosebumps. Most of all, I love spending that time with you; where we don’t have the pressures of school and life bearing down upon us. Only the slight pressure of your head resting on my chest.

She said, as he collapsed into her arms at the side of the road. Car idling and tears racing to the ground, he sobs his apologies for what he can’t understand nor explain. Leaning over from his seat he finds comfort in the smell of her neck and the fur from the hood of her coat. Her words soothe him like cool water to a burn.

Playing with your petite hands while we sit together. It’s kissing the tears off your eyelids. It’s never ending tickle fights to help you forget your fears.

Heaven is knowing that the worst part about my life at this moment is that I won’t be able to see you for another 12 hours.

It’s when our skin is pressed together; bodies intertwined to the point where I don’t know which limbs are mine. Your little smiles and soft voice. The goosebumps on your skin when I run my hand down your back. The cute noises and squirms as I kiss your neck. This is where I want to be.

The past two months have come and gone in the blink of an eye. It feels like only yesterday that I was smiling like a fool sitting next to you in Starbucks; drinking coffee only to give myself an excuse not to stare. Oh that’s right, I still am. I see you and everything you mean to me and I can’t help but put on that goofy smile. I don’t think I’ve ever been as happy as I have been with you. My only regret is that it’s difficult to savor the moment when you’re falling head over heels.

I just want to stand on the rooftops and scream that I love you. I want to travel the world with you and scratch our names into every park bench we can find. I want to get out of my car at red lights and explain to the people behind me waiting that I’m in love with the girl I just dropped off at home.

I want to kiss you always.
I want to hold you always.
I want you, always.

I want to do something brash, because for once in the longest time I finally feel like I’m living.

Now that life is treating me so well that I should treat everything, including myself, better. To be there for people that might not be as fortunate as I currently am. To help those who have helped me. To be passionate about something. To begin to love my body as much as I love yours.