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Ramblings of Un-Creativity

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Hey you,

It's 3AM and I love you. I've loved you from the day I met you, for the first time in the loop of the blistering summer haze of our childhood. In three years maybe it'll be even more, maybe it would be the same, maybe –God forbid- even less, but I'll still love you.

I love your laugh. I love your smile. I love your voice. I love the dimple in your cheek and the curve of your jaw when it fits into my palm. I love your face in general.

I love the fact that you're able to reduce me to incoherence. I love the fact that you take pride in knowing just which buttons to corral me down near a rocky crevice, one step away from launching an avalanche. Am I masochist for liking it, because I love you enough to trust you to be able to keep me grounded? Because I have faith that I could be suspended thousands of miles above ground on a taut rope stretched across the galaxy, but as long as I know you're there I would be safe?

I love how I can imagine you reading this right now. I love that you probably never will, because I don't want you to read this. I want to be the one to tell you all this, I want to be able to look at you when my throat has gone sandpaper coarse and be able to see the light in your eyes, because I know that mine would probably be the same, especially since you're the one reflected in them.

In 10 years, 29 weeks, 3 days and 55 minutes, I will still love you. When I am grey and old and sitting on a rocking chair on our porch beside a lake, I'll smile as I notice how the water glimmers with its own life, as if harbouring a secret directly beneath its sparkling surface and tempting me to reach out to grab it before it slips away between my fingertips. I'll notice how bright the day is. I'll notice that it's warm outside. I'll notice the patter of tiny feet dancing from somewhere inside the house and I'll melt against the chair when I realize that all this magic happened because of you; because you had faith in me when nobody else had; because you loved me when I felt incapable of doing so myself; because you loved me with the tender strength and devotion that brings me to tears every time I think of you because I feel like I don't deserve you.

As soon as I'm done with this letter, I'll be putting it away. I hope that you won't ever find it.

Do me a favour and hang around for as long as I will love you, okay?
...

You know what?

I just don't know anymore.

[EDIT]

According to a friend, she could relate this to some of the Dalton!verse characters too. Well, we could all use some Jogan/Klaine/Rane now can we?

Consider this a massive mash up of all of them <3
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dreamgirlamber's avatar
oh, I forgot, I see julian when i read this...