I’m waiting for the one that will only make me cry from happiness.
More than you can ever imagine.
You are brave, not because you think you’re badass and can beat people up, but because I know that you will stand up for me when the time comes.
You’re strong, not because of the non existent muscles that you think you have, but because you are willing and able to put up with so much and still fight forward for us, and for me.
You’re my man, not because you’re about to turn 18 or because you’re growing facial hair, but because you are able to own up to your responsibilities and do whats right.
I love you, and I just want you back safe.
I wish you would’ve just stayed for dinner.
When you want me, I feel awkward and afraid and want to avoid anything that has to do with your feelings.
Now that you’ve move on and don’t even talk to me anymore, it hurts me for some reason and I want you to keep holding on. Why?