"Take me away."

I love you not because you're perfect and not because you're the best person in the world. You're raw and filled with emotions and you're never afraid to show them, even when you know it isn't necessary to tell me anything. But you still choose to open up like a book, and make it easy to read and it isn't a bad thing. Because you're interesting, and you're not the least bit boring. I want to know all of you and what you're thinking. When you're sad, you cry. When you're happy, you smile. When you're angry, you curse. I don't care how much you're hiding inside of you, because you don't hide the simplest of emotions and that's how I want to see you every day.

I love you not because you have great ambitions and dreams. I love you because you plan far enough for me. I never believed in planning, and certainly not for the far future. But you're different and I respect that. And I love to see you plan. You plan sufficiently; just the right capacity to make me look at you and wonder how your mind travels. And you plan for a future that I can see, not something that is blurred by early morning fog and easily washed away by morning dew. 

I love you not because you care for me. I love you because you fill my soul like how sunlight floods a room and it actually feels warm inside and I want to look out of the window for more. In the same way, it makes me want to feel you everywhere, from the surface of your skin to the depths of your heart. I want to be there for you. I don't want you to feel like life's better off without you or that you don't matter enough and it's okay to want to die because I'm telling you that it's not okay for you to die. As selfish as I may sound, but I don't want anything without you. It's different from being physically separated; I don't want to have no one to talk to. I don't want the only person I feel like I can actually be normal with to be gone because who's going to hold me when I cry over you?

I love you not because everything we have between us is flawless. There are times when things you do make my insides squirm and twist in knots and it isn't because I'm nervous or anything, but it's actually because it hurts and I just want to curl into a ball and sink into the earth. There are times when it gets so tiring and demanding that I become selfish and things become about me me me me that I forget that fingers have veins and nerves and what I feel and what hurts, you feel it all too. But then I think that if I've never experienced the worst with you, I'll never know what's the best with you. People say "today's the best day ever" or "worst day of my life" because they have other days to compare to. I don't have anyone else I can compare you with, so I'm going to keep going and going and going, on and on with you. Because I don't want best days just because they're so fleeting, but I want good days with you. Heck, I just want days with you and I don't care if they're good or bad because everything would make sense soon.

I love you not because this is eternal or anything of that sort. If the day comes that we all choose to leave and abandon everything, I won't fight because I know we'd have fought long enough. I wouldn't let you go though, because who actually does. I spent more than two years forgetting someone who hurt me so badly, I won't let someone who opened up my eyes to see what the world can bring slip past my mind and my fingers so easily. But yes, I won't fight. I won't fight simply because as easy as you've came, you can step away so easily. If everything happens for a reason, then I guess the reason for you to go would be to make you happier. And that matters. It might not be "all that matters", but it does matter. Because you are you, and I don't think there's any better explanation than that.

"Take me away."

I love you not because you're perfect and not because you're the best person in the world. You're raw and filled with emotions and you're never afraid to show them, even when you know it isn't necessary to tell me anything. But you still choose to open up like a book, and make it easy to read and it isn't a bad thing. Because you're interesting, and you're not the least bit boring. I want to know all of you and what you're thinking. When you're sad, you cry. When you're happy, you smile. When you're angry, you curse. I don't care how much you're hiding inside of you, because you don't hide the simplest of emotions and that's how I want to see you every day.

I love you not because you have great ambitions and dreams. I love you because you plan far enough for me. I never believed in planning, and certainly not for the far future. But you're different and I respect that. And I love to see you plan. You plan sufficiently; just the right capacity to make me look at you and wonder how your mind travels. And you plan for a future that I can see, not something that is blurred by early morning fog and easily washed away by morning dew. 

I love you not because you care for me. I love you because you fill my soul like how sunlight floods a room and it actually feels warm inside and I want to look out of the window for more. In the same way, it makes me want to feel you everywhere, from the surface of your skin to the depths of your heart. I want to be there for you. I don't want you to feel like life's better off without you or that you don't matter enough and it's okay to want to die because I'm telling you that it's not okay for you to die. As selfish as I may sound, but I don't want anything without you. It's different from being physically separated; I don't want to have no one to talk to. I don't want the only person I feel like I can actually be normal with to be gone because who's going to hold me when I cry over you?

I love you not because everything we have between us is flawless. There are times when things you do make my insides squirm and twist in knots and it isn't because I'm nervous or anything, but it's actually because it hurts and I just want to curl into a ball and sink into the earth. There are times when it gets so tiring and demanding that I become selfish and things become about me me me me that I forget that fingers have veins and nerves and what I feel and what hurts, you feel it all too. But then I think that if I've never experienced the worst with you, I'll never know what's the best with you. People say "today's the best day ever" or "worst day of my life" because they have other days to compare to. I don't have anyone else I can compare you with, so I'm going to keep going and going and going, on and on with you. Because I don't want best days just because they're so fleeting, but I want good days with you. Heck, I just want days with you and I don't care if they're good or bad because everything would make sense soon.

I love you not because this is eternal or anything of that sort. If the day comes that we all choose to leave and abandon everything, I won't fight because I know we'd have fought long enough. I wouldn't let you go though, because who actually does. I spent more than two years forgetting someone who hurt me so badly, I won't let someone who opened up my eyes to see what the world can bring slip past my mind and my fingers so easily. But yes, I won't fight. I won't fight simply because as easy as you've came, you can step away so easily. If everything happens for a reason, then I guess the reason for you to go would be to make you happier. And that matters. It might not be "all that matters", but it does matter. Because you are you, and I don't think there's any better explanation than that.