i love love

(This is a story/poem, near the end there is sone repititon but thats supposed to be my form of poetry, i incorporate some rhymes in the middle of this too<3)

this is real friendship.

There's a magical sort of feel to the month of February, lights and hearts, and pinks and reds-all these decorations pale in comparison to the fireworks I feel when I see your face. Your soul is so beautiful, I could spend eternities writing about how much better my life is with you in it- but I won't bore you. I'll keep it short, I'll keep it sweet, I'll forgive the world just because you exist in it. I'll tell you how every single one of your insecurities is nothing but the basis for art. I'll tell you how when your eyes crinkle in the corners, it reminds me of the foils on those fancy muffins we got in that bookstore. How I hear bells in the background of your laughter, and how this would be my perfect ever-after. I'll tell you about those slow mornings after sleepovers, where got ready together and did our skincare. I'll tell you how I woke up in the middle of the night and you were snoring with your bonnet all crooked but you were still the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. I'd probably never tell you about all the times I'm awake in the dead of night, writing, just writing about you and your perfections- honestly it's a little embarassing how much I've written, but for you, I'd do it a million times again. When I am crying or overwhelmed, the sound of your voice makes all my worries drown. If you were a siren, I could spend days at sea, just waiting to fall to my peril at your sound. I am so deeply in awe of every thing you do, as well your eyes, your nose, your hair- yes, every part of you. There's so much to adore and even more to admire, you attentiveness, your care, your effort to have real conversations. Everytime we talk, it's a breath of fresh air. My heart breaks as the "End Call" sound lingers in the air, but I know, everytime, that our next hangout is near. I can't wait for the summer, for pinkish blue skies, for the beach, for sleepovers, for the awkard tan lines. I'm excited and sure, that this is what we were meant for, and I'm hopeful and excited, because there's still so much to explore. You are worth the universe and so much more, it's like the gods gathered stardust and wove it into your hair, heavens- I'm sorry, but I can't help but stare.

Because of you, my world still spins, and even after a bad day, i know I'll always win

I'll always win, because i'll always have you.