i can still remember the first time i saw you. when you walked up, a stranger and new. i remember talking to you as we stood at the waters end. or the way i watched you across the fire. little did i know that those tiny sparks would grow. little did i know that from that night on, i would never be the same. we grew in love, and it all started from that one night. in the tiniest of chances, in the tiniest of moments, we found love.
idk why I find it so annoying when I’m telling someone goodnight & I’ve said I love you twice & they haven’t said it at all. & it’s lk iknow they love me, but why the hell aren’t you saying it back. especially when I’m going to bed. you’re never promised tomorrow. ugh. guess I love me too.