I’m pretty messed up in my head, but I’m pretty sure that I love you. I’ve actually and seriously thought about this, and have realised that I would die for you. If doing that would let you live, I would do it. And it’s funny cause this doesn’t even seem like a creepy over-romantic statement. I want to say an even bigger statement. I want to say ridiculously creepy romantic things to you. I want to every day, all the time, for the rest the my life
[sent 7/8/12, had a massive fight about bags]
And I thought to myself, why not be happy
Lying beside you.
Sometimes only touching, sometimes holding you as tight as I need you.
Talking about nothing really.
Living in the silence, the quiet. Living in the moment.
What is perfection if not this.
Is it you?
Or is it when you run your hands up and down my side.
And kiss my neck.
Mumbling incoherent poetry.
Grabbing blindly at clothes.
“I have already been loved,” said Edward.
“I have been loved by a girl named Abilene. I have been loved by a fisherman and his wife and a hobo and his dog. I have been loved by a boy who played the harmonica and by a girl who died.
Don’t talk to me about love,” he said.
“I have known love.”
- The Miraculous Journey Of Edward Tulane