i'll tell you what the end of the world will be like.
it will be a final moment, both terrible and heartbreaking. absolute chaos. people running as fast as they ever have, cars filling every road and freeway, phone lines backed up trying to process millions of calls, fingers flying over keyboards, thumbs texting like rapid fire, long lines of people trying to cram themselves into subways and airplanes. all of them trying to tell someone else,
"i love you."
it's not the end of the world yet, but don't wait until then to tell them. the worst thing isn't the end of the world. it's what you didn't finish - what you didn't say when you had the chance.
The way you dance in the middle of the hallways, the way you walk into doors, the way drop almost everything you touch, the way you blush all the time, the way you drum on the computer when you hear one of those old rock songs, the way you always say the weirdest things, the way you still think star wars is a cool thing, the way you know everything but still remain so clueless, the way you let your hair fall in your beautiful face, the way you burst into a song in the middle of a class, the way you see life as nothing but a beautiful thing.
These things up there, are just a small amount of all the things I love about you.
You know when you go to the pet store and there are haughty self-righteous fish swimming around in the tank, and there's one dorky sweet looking one in the corner? Yeah, I know there's other fish in the sea, but there's only one of you. You're that fish in the corner and I don't want any other damn fish, I just want you.
You stole my heart.
I'm going to steal your last name.
petite girl.
seeing you this morning was like being on cloud 9. i've missed you so much. when am i going to stop being so stupid and just come right out and say i love you while we're flipping pancakes? i'm tired of being afraid. i'm tired of being introduced as your 'best friend.' change that to 'boyfriend' and next time we can have waffles instead of pancakes.
because you like waffles better.
i almost told you how i felt this morning. you were drinking pineapple juice and doing the dishes. instead i just asked you to be my date for my cousin's wedding. of course you said yes. of course you don't think it's a real date. and of course i ruined the moment by telling some cheesy joke about dishwater and politics.
but you laughed.
so it was worth it.
breakfast tomorrow will be different. i promise. i'll stop being a coward. I WILL BE BRAVE. and i will ask you out. for real. i won't write you silly letters on this website. i will write real letters. and i'll leave them in your coffee mug. because i'm not satisfied anymore. i'm not. i'm not. i'm not.
i want to be more to you than what i am.
i love you. you're my best friend. you've been my best friend since we were 15 years old. i love all of you. i love the way you don't mind my crazy bed-head in the mornings when you come over. or how you say "photograph" wrong. the pretty little mole on your left wrist. i love that you always wear your slippers to the grocery store. i love that you know what i'm thinking.
i love you.
i want to marry you.
i decided that the moment i met you in high school. i decided you would be my wife. and eating breakfast with you as friends for the past 7 years has made me want that even more.
but first i just have to ask you out for real.
i feel like throwing up.
i can't even imagine proposing to you.
i need to take this one step at a time. i need to learn not to joke at important conversation points. like discussions over dating.
and i need to find something to wear to that wedding tomorrow.
tall boy
"I want to tel let her know
that I'm sorry
tell her
that I love her."
now playing: j.bealie - wanna let her know
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