24/04/2016
I’m not good at words so my love isn’t poetry. It’s silly notes in
secret places. It’s pointing out every beautiful thing I see so you can see it too.It’s waiting up hours to hear if you get home safe because I'm worry about you.It’s in lavender nights and making you laugh on my silly jokes and waiting for you to Talk to me and Listening you while you telling me about parts of day that have made you happy or sad and giving you every tiny gift I think might have made you smile for a second like smooth rocks and cool leaves and it’s in letting you make every decision whether it hurts me.It’s in small quiet things but I promise you this i will always stand beside you stand guard over your dreams no matter how weird or twisted they get and i will always honestly ,truly , completely loveyou to the end of my being.....
black_m00n♡