I'm dying to tell you.

52.)

I wonder if your girlfriend knows that I still write about you.

I wonder if she realizes that I have written symphonies upon symphonies of words inspired by only you.

Not for me, or for you to love me,

But simply because you once consumed me entirely

And because I’m still getting over that.

51.)

I forgot I had this blog.

Upon reading it, I felt surprised, like I couldn’t have possibly written all of this.

I forgot how well I could express myself when I was in love.

I forgot how alive I could feel.

And it makes me realize that ever since I decided to give up on you, nothing else has seemed to fit.

50.)

You’re the only person who’s never judged me.

49.)

Your reaction to when I told you I couldn’t come see you this month,

fueled the little glimmer of hope I hold inside,

that we are more than friends.

48.)

Last night,

when you laughed,

I could feel the warmth of your breath on my neck,

and I imagined it was intentional.

47.)

Nomatter how long I spent preparing the words,

once I look into your eyes,

I forget them all.

46.)

His mouth was warm, and his lips, soft.

Our kiss tasted like love with a dash of mint.

45.)

Nomatter how much I try to avoid it,

you are absolutely everything I want.

44.)

I’m so comfortable with you,

that sometimes it scares me.

43.)

I like the way you hold the arch in my back

and bite my lip when we kiss.