you talking about him……..it hurts. especially when it’s about what he said today, or yesterday, or when we were talking. because it makes me feel like you weren’t as committed or aren’t as committed as I am about us. when he talks dirty with you, and you say you have a boyfriend, and he says he doesn’t care, tell him you do, and that nothing he says can ever change that. let me know you’re not afraid to tell other guys that you don’t want or need them. because I need you. not anyone from before, or someone I had sex with. YOU. when they say they want something, I say I have a girlfriend and I’m not going to even give them a chance at ruining this, it hurts when you don’t tell me that you say the same things. but I know it’s meaningless that you don’t. I know you feel the same way and that if you ever saw this, you would be so hurt. and you would feel like shit.

How many words would it take to accurately express what you mean to me.

How can you scientifically quantify how much lighter I become when you enter my day, or how heavy I feel when you leave.

How can I describe how my smile just appears magnetically when I see your face.

How can I possibly count my thoughts of you, when I think of you so constantly.

As thoughts within thoughts within thoughts within thoughts, make it impossible to remember where one began and the other ended.

Time folds into itself as I am already nostalgic for our future and look forward to our past for the rest of my life.

I Love You.