*I love butterflies, 
But I feel them most when you’re around. 
I love my playlist, 
Yet your voice is my favorite sound. 

I love tulips, 
But the flowers from you are my favorite of all. 
I don’t talk much, 
Yet with you, I could spend hours on call,

I love reading, 
But I’d rather write to you letters. 
I love being alone, 
But with you, everything feels better.

I loved sunsets 
Until I saw you smile. 
My heart was steady, 
Until you came close and it stopped for a while.

I love the rain, 
Because you love it too. 
I love writing poems, 
But now they’re all about you. 

I love stargazing, 
Yet I’d rather look in your eyes. 
I love you— 
For the way you give me butterflies.*

“When you come back, you will not be you. And I may not be I.”

if stars had the prettiest reflection, i'll watch the reflection through his eyes.

"if I could describe you as a flower you would be a walking tulip with the scent of a night blooming jasmine."

3000? THAT'S HUGE OKAY.

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