you haven’t gone through some existential shit until you have your first finals week at berkeley :p

“I want someone who will know every freckle or scar on my body. I want to know yours, too. I want to tell you everything. I wanna let you read my journals and hear your input and let you write me love letters to find some morning when I wake up and need to write about the dream I just had about you. I want to read your words and then look beside me and see you sleeping. I want to wake you with kisses and see you smile and feel your breath on me. I want to take showers with you in the morning. I want to make you breakfast and make love on tables, counters, floors. I wanna spend my whole day thinking about that spot you touched me earlier that made me shiver and plot all day how I can do that for you. I wanna call you on our breaks just to hear the calm of your voice, the sincerity in your tone. I wanna plan for the future, I wanna know you’ll be there in the morning. I want to meet your family and know your mother’s favorite flower and the right jokes to tell your father. I want to know your favorite places in the world, your favorite movies, books, songs. I want to know who the first girl was to kiss you, to break your heart. I want to do everything right so I can be the last girl to kiss you. I’ll protect you. I want to go into your closet when you’re not around and put on your oldest, most worn tshirt and smell you on me. I want you to feel weak when you catch my scent on your clothes. I want to dance with you in our kitchen, in our bedroom, music or not. I want to know what faces you make when you’re happy, sad, mad, content. I want our bodies to always find their way back to each other in the middle of the night. I wanna be able to make out the sparkle in your eyes even when it’s pitch black in our room. I want to get drunk with you and carry each other home and laugh and spend our whole hangover in bed laughing about how stupid we are. I want to get high with you. I want every single slight touch to feel 1000 times deeper than it is. I want you to feel my finger tips in your blood stream, I want to feel your lips in mine. I want to make you so angry that you wonder why you’re even with me, which in turn makes you remember all the reasons why you actually are. I want to give you the entire world. I want to watch you become everything you set out to be. I want to love you through your struggles and your triumphs. I want to be one of those triumphs.”