I fucking love you.
It's crazy, but it's true.
In spite of the odds and facts and reality, I close my eyes and think of you.
I fucking love you,
And I want to be with you.
I want to hear laughter break out of your mouth like a bandit, I want to tell my stories to you.
I fucking love you,
And sometimes it makes no sense,
But every day your arms seems more like home, like acceptance without pretense.
I fucking love you,
And it surprises me sometimes,
That I found you and you found me, that there was still magic and music and fruit left on the vine.
I fucking love you,
And I have no idea what tomorrow brings,
But I am ready and open and waiting to face it, I am ready for anything.
