Forever wondering what you might be missing…

I shouldn’t express my feelings for you… I know what you’ve said before but I don’t know how you meant it.

So many thoughts and feelings that I have no idea how to express. I can’t even put a name to them. Everything is jumbled up.

I’m so proud of you!!

I’m amazed at how mature you are, especially after having a crazy ass mom like me.

Stand out in the rain with me

Cook with, or for me

Let me sing and dance to the radio

Keep surprising me

Remember the little things

Help me face my fears

Write me love notes

Always say what’s on his mind

Shut me up with kisses

Call me things like darling or babe

Hold me close when I cry

Kiss me on the forehead and tell me I’m beautiful

Make me laugh everyday

Count stars with me

Sing to me at random moments

You will end up not liking me because of my excessive use of hyperbole.

I know my good attitude and sunny disposition would grate on your nerves.

I worry that my rebellious streak will piss you off. I have the hardest time following rules.

My inability to stay organized will frustrate you and so will the fact that I constantly lose my keys or something else that I need and don’t realize they’re lost until the last minute.