Friday, April 5, 2013

Overnight bag.

muchas otras muchachas brillan más brillantemente, y tú mereces el sol.

I promised myself I'd never end up the type of person who sat and sympathized with those stupid tumblr photos written on paint samples with instragram filters, so I've justified it by writing it in Spanish.

I feel ridiculous because I worry all the time about our relationship. We've only been together for a few months, and I'm jumping ahead - no, not marriage. I'm I'm jumping ahead to the end where you grow out of me. I'm jumping ahead to the end where you figure yourself out and move away. I'm jumping ahead to the end where, for one reason or another, you and I no longer work. In my defense, however, I don't worry that you'll find someone else. I only worry that you'll love me someday, but that love won't be enough.

I feel ridiculous because I don't like to think like this at all. I have never grown this attached to someone this quickly, and I think about you and cannot imagine a single thing that could make you better. I get overwhelmed sometimes with how lucky I am to have you in my life. You're constantly there when I need someone to talk to, and you always make me laugh. You are perfect, and I am so afraid that, at some point in our relationship, our lives will make this relationship inconvenient. I tell you all the time, mostly in a light-hearted tone, "You're just the dream." But you are. Over the past year, I've gotten to know you, and you are.

I wish I could just wrap my arms around you and keep you with me forever.

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