i'm entirely grateful for you to be mine.

So there we go, I'm completely and utterly in love with you. I could be more cliche and say I don't understand what you've done to me - but truthfully, i know exactly what you've done/what you are doing. You're being you. I fallen for you, everything about you draws me in. I feel sick when the time comes where we have to part, because neither of us are ever sure when the next time we'll meet is, i miss you when you're not there and i crave your presence so often. I wish so much that we could be together more often; you're so perfect to me. I could sit for hours, remembering all the different times we've spent together. Every time I'd turn and catch you watching me with the corners of your lips curled, I didn't even know feeling like this was possible. Of course, now i do. But why did you choose me? It's often a thought that enters my mind. Don't get me wrong, i'm entirely grateful for you to be mind. I just wonder what you think when you see me. I love you so much, it hurts my head. Please don't leave, ever. C