I always wonder if the people in my dreams really exist, someplace in this world…

You are absolutely perfect. And I am sick, in love with you. I always thought of the term “lovesick” as an over dramatic, unreal term. Until I met you. When I look at you, when you look at me…I feel an excitement that actually sort of makes me feel like I’m going to throw up. My heart jumps into my throat and I want to get up and run around or something. I call you perfect, and in my eyes it’s true. You are not flawless, I can see your flaws. But I love them. I love your shyness, I love you when you’re frustrated, I love your constant need to feel busy, I love your fidgeting, I love the way your glasses fog up sometimes, I love your awkwardness, I love your slight chubbiness, I love your sweaters, I love your dorky hobbies. I haven’t found a single thing I dislike about you ever since we met, I promise that. Your personality fascinates me, and I could listen to you speak for hours on end. In fact, I have. And I would do it all over again. Your genuine kindness is unlike anyone’s I’ve encountered before. You are so caring and nurturing. And you are so, so brilliant. You’re mind is amazing. You make me feel stupid at times, but not in a bad way, because you are never confident or patronizing in your intelligence.

I don't wanna wait for you, I don't wanna wake up thinking, hoping you could get it right this time