Last night I took the time to write a book about us.
I spiraled our secrets just behind the margins, using them as borders, using disappearing ink; those words are trapped there, where only you and I know of them because they are never to slip past my lips again. I tinted our memories black and white, took our smiles and turned them into words and filled each page with more reasons that I love you. I jumble the letters together that just barely explain the way time freezes as If we had pressed pause on the rest of the world when we kiss and its sad that no one has created the words to explain why I feel like I am falling 1,000,000 feet down just because someone uttered the words ‘I love you’. Through each letter I relive every time your soft lips have ever met mine, every time my heart has stopped , every goose-bump you have ever raised on my body. I try and find the right way to explain the way your kisses leave me intoxicated as if poisoned by passion and if passion is deadly than I guess I should be wondering why I’m still breathing. But then again maybe I shouldn’t because you leave my body breathless when you stare into my eyes, and there in those moments I can see the things that I never expected. It’s then in those moments that I know that I love you like no one else. It's then that I feel oh, so vulnerable because I’m afraid to lose you, that I think about at night and I replay over and over and over again until I fall asleep with you on my mind and a smile creasing my face. I write of our late night conversations with my eyes falling closed and the sound of your voice in my ear, these are the times where I mean every word I say, I need you to listen to me remember these times because there will come a day where I won’t be able to tell you them anymore. I spilled onto the pages a story of our love, and it’s undeniable purity and when I got to the last page I realized that our story wasn’t complete. And then,I opened my eyes and the words melted off of the pages and the bindings of the spellbound book fell away and it was then that I realized that I had just been dreaming about you, again.
