The Ink in My Pen Has Become Dedicated To You

July 3rd, 6:24 AM

Repetition is something I can’t stand; it drives me insane, and I am an active advocate against it. The more you’re exposed to the same thing over and over again, the less and less it keeps its significance, but with her, I can’t help but crave it. I crave repetition in her. Every day, I hope to talk to her the same way I did yesterday. I crave to hear her say I love you and mean it just the same as she did yesterday, and I hope it never stops. I want these things to happen for years to come. If I could repeat everything all over again with her, I would. Because then that would mean I’d get to repeat every conversation, every time she’s said something vague about liking me, and I’d repeat everything that’s ever made her like me. I’d repeat every moment, every loving moment, every word she’d have to say about me. I miss her so badly already, and it’s only 6 AM. I love her so much it’s not even funny. I love her voice, I love her words, I love her eyes, I love her hair, and I love the anticipation I feel with her. I love that feeling I get every time she says something about me that reminds me I’m not the only one of us in love. I’m so bad at saying I love you to her that I wonder if she thinks I don’t mean it sometimes. I really hope she doesn’t think I don’t mean these words as much as I really do. If she knew just how much I cared for her, I’m sure she’d be weirded out, but then again, she’s always full of surprises. You can call her many things, but boring is not one of them.

I take back what I said before, K just might be my favorite initial now. But then again, I might be biased. 

I love you