“ It’s you. It’s been you for the past 486 days. Since the moment I met you. It’s you at 2 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon. It’s you when I’m sleeping and studying and eating and laughing. You are everywhere and you are everything. ”
-2am thoughts, via tumblr.com
I could be dead asleep and, if someone mentioned your name, I’d wake up. There could be a fire, and I know I’d run in to get you. You’re the first person I want to call when I do something great, and the one I want to lay next to at the last moments I’m awake.
When you tweet, post a Snapchat story, or put up an Instagram, it makes my heart hurt. I want to be there, among the pictures of you and your friends tailgating, snapshots from your service trip to South America, and throwbacks with your brothers.
I can’t see a future without you. I want us to have blue-eyed, freckle-y little kids that run around and play sports and make jokes with the easiness that you do. Sometimes, I’ll see a couple or a family and I’ll feel a little lost. If I’m with another guy, it never feels right.t’s because I know I’m supposed to do all of that with you. We’re supposed to do life together, and it absolutely breaks my heart that we’re not.
I miss how comfortable we are together, how loved you make me feel, how much you make me laugh. I miss your dad dance moves and your laugh. I miss the way you effortlessly reference everything from That 70s Show to Dave Matthews Band.
It’s always been you.