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What if I’m just a stepping stone for her and she’s my endgame?

Marry me. We don’t have to sign the papers right now. We don’t have to have the wedding right now. We’re 17, I get it. But marry me. We have our whole lives ahead of us and I want to spend it with you. Marry me. Tell me you’ll marry me one day and mean it. Because we’re young and I only see opportunity for us together. Because we’re young and some people aren’t lucky enough to meet their person this young but we are. So marry me. So marry me and we can tell our kids about how we grew together. We can tell them the good and the bad because they shouldn’t be sheltered by it. We can tell them our story. Because it sure as hell isn’t over yet. Marry me because we may be young but I know what I want. And I want a lifetime with you. I don’t want to miss you another second.

“I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday.”

— Lemony Snicket

“I want you forever even when we’re not together.”

“I think when I met you, I became myself again. And we stumbled towards this mad world and made sense of it. Together.”

— R.M. Drake

You make me a hopeless romantic. You turn my hard spots soft and you always know how to get me talking. I couldn’t care less about going the extra mile for someone. But then I met you and I’d go millions of extra miles for you. I’d turn this world on its head to watch that smile come across your face. I act tough and like nothing can break me. But you make me vulnerable and I absolutely love it. You turn me into your baby and you remind me it’s okay not to be tough all the time. You touch me, you speak to me, you look at me, and I melt. I turn straight to mush and the best part is, I know I’m safe to do it! You’re my safe place, you’re my home, you’re my forever and always. I love you. I miss the safety of your arms. I miss you.

You kept a shirt of mine, one that I know of, but I hope you kept more. I hope you never give it back. I hope you want to wear all my clothes again. Because not only do you look SO damn good in them, they’re still all yours. I’m still yours. And I want you. I love you.

I wrote a poem for you. A fucking poem! I’m no Edgar Allen Poe but I’d be anything for you!

Stop expecting things from people and you’ll stop being disappointed.

Is it all ever going to be okay or do we just get little snippets of okay or good that we have to say are enough?

I just wanna be rich and wake up in a random alley way every other week.

Damn, I really changed my plans for you.

I read your favorite book, watched your favorite movie, kissed your scars, bumps, and bruises, and held you close. I learned what each one of your smiles meant and I knew how you were feeling by the looks you gave me. I knew how to make you laugh when you were down and I knew just what to do to turn you on. I’ve studied every inch of you inside and out and find you more beautiful by the second. You are a masterpiece, a goddess, in every way imaginable. And the day you learn that for yourself, this earth will shake under your greatness.

I became the person I told myself I’d never become. And it is SO much fun!

How the hell am I not dead yet?

POV: you’ve been the main character

Villains of our own story.

I got sick of feeling everything so deeply. So I just shut it all off. I don’t feel anything now. :)

I kinda need it all to make sense already. My mind is running out of possible explanations.