Never stop and never settle but settle down for the one who let’s you draw cities on their skin with the tips of your fingers.
Never stop and never settle but settle down for the one who knows that some people were taught to ask for help but never who to ask.
Never stop and never settle but settle down for the one who makes you want to be better.
And settle down.
I hope one day you get to love someone like you love breathing air or drinking water. Like they are fundamental to your existence, needed and necessary.
I hope you get to love like gravity loves, like the sun loves the earth.
Like warm sunlight upon soil that makes plants grow.
I hope one day you get to love like that.
Tell her why you would die of a broken heart without her.
Whenever she doesn’t talk to you, sing, ‘Do you love me?’ from Fiddler On The Roof. After the movie, make her a cup of tea before you both go to bed. Do this every night. Yes, every night; don’t forget to add lots of honey. Sometimes, you’ll wonder if that’s the reason her skin is golden.
She likes long showers, and has a panic attack at the thought of having to order at a drive-through. Don’t let her shyness fool you though, she will re-enact movie scenes, dance in the supermarket, sing at the top of her lungs after midnight, and do a one woman show, just for you.
There will be times when you’ll feel lost though. I know you want to understand everything about her and figure out why she acts a certain way.
But, look at yourself first. You are barely figuring out who you are, and you demand to know every little thing about her? Fuck you. Tell me why you have that weird twitch when you get flustered? You don’t know? Well, until you figure that out, don’t over-analyze her. I know you will, but try to take it easy on her.
She has a capacity to love that will sweep the dust off your old bitter heart. And whether it’s an injured banana slug, or a dog who needs a home, notice how her eyes shine brighter than love.
I know two and a half years seems like a long time, but in the big picture, your lives are insignificant blurs, and unless you give a meaning to them, they don’t mean a damn thing.
And you are lucky, because she gives your life meaning: the way she makes fun of how you wash your hair, her smile after you kiss her goodbye in the morning, her phobias that you forget all the time, her love for country music and Kanye West…
Slow down, and learn how to live. Daydreams are good, but don’t fall into a fantasy world in order to escape your problems.
You’re doing fine, and you’ll be okay as long as you don’t bullshit yourself.