Dear, you.
Dear, Cosmo.
Took me days to write this, honestly.
The amount of times I rewrote this, making sure it was perfect.
You're perfect, you're like the freshly painted wall, no extra layers, or the perfect puzzle, all put together.
Nobody is perfect, but in my eyes, that's all I see, perfection.
The way you treat me perfect,
Make me feel perfect,
Look perfect.
It makes me weak.
So fucking weak.
I go to sleep thinking about you.
I wake up thinking about you.
I think about you all the time, you're always on my mind.
Probably too much.
You help me sleep at night,
You help me stay awake.
You keep me alive,
I don't just simply exist because of you.
You're the reason I blush randomly, or cry of happiness.
You're the reason I'm genuinely happy.
The reason I keep going.
You motivate me.
I love myself sometimes, because of you.
I have so much more to say, but I don't know how to form them into words.
I picture myself with you, in the future.
Family, and all.
Married.
In love.
I really love you.
. . .
HEKDKFKGKGKGKG IDK IF I SHOULD SEND THIS TO HER....???????
