My arms have never held you. My heart has never not held you.
And one day there would be no distance between you and me. I live for that.
It's 4:25. I have school in a few hours more and I need sleep. Yet I was up the whole night, not sleeping. Doing what? Thinking about you.
I wonder if you stay up whole nights thinking about someone. Who is that person? Is it me? I would love it to be me.
Don't waste your sleep over someone, though. You will fall sick. I don't want you to be sick.
I want to wake up in the middle of the nights with you snuggling to be closer with me. I want you to trace your fingers over me, in the most innocent way possible, just to memorize them as I do the same to you. As long as I have the ability to want, I would want to think this is possible. Even if it is the last thing I could want, I would still want to have this with you. I want you. I need you. More than anything else, more than anyone else.
And I hope with every bone in my body, that it'll be us in the end of the day. Us, against this world.