One day you’re going to miss me chasing you, you’re going to miss my annoyingness, you’re going to miss how much I cared. You’re going to miss me.
But I don’t want you to have to miss me… I want you to look back and think to yourself, why didn’t I love her from the start? In 30 or 40 years when my grandchildren ask me who my first true love was, I don’t want to have to tell them about the man I adored for years before giving up, I want to point across the room and say “He’s right there.” because honestly, I love you, I love you, I love you, and I think I always will.
I don’t even care if this is cliche.
"Today is such a lovely day. At the moment I’m sitting in the garden and enjoying the sun. Beetles fly around my ears and the sun is shining in my face. I hear the birds singing and the wind brings the leaves to rustle. My hair is really messy now, but I like the feeling when hot sun rays touch your skin and cold wind moves through your clothing. I wish I wouldn’t sit here alone, daydreaming of him. I wish he was just here with me, bringing me some lemonade and kissing me, while I have to look into the sun, to look into his beautiful blue eyes. Touching his curly hair, breathing his smell. Daydreaming is everything I got."