New beginnings

You make me so happy.
I always want to be curled up next to you.
I've run out of reason to be upset- you're there to calm me down every time I run to your arms.
You don't realize what you mean to me, do you?
I don't think you do. Not quite yet.

When you hold me, what are you thinking?
Am I just another girl to you? Because I'm not. I'm much, much different from the other girls you've known.
I have an attitude, that much you know already.
Underneath that, though... I have a soft side that I show to very few.
At the end of the day, I come visit you. Not anyone else. You. The last thing I do is see you. That means something.

I overanalyze everything... and I don't like it.
Everything you say- I have it stored away in the back of my mind.
Whenever you talk, I listen. I never knew I wanted to know so much about anyone until I lied in your arms and your soft murmurs lulled me to sleep.

I still don't really know how this all happened.
It feels like I woke up a month later- "oh, that was such a lovely dream. Too bad it's not real." And continue on with life.
Except you want to see me. You want to hold me. You want to kiss me.
Even when I can't kiss you, I crave your presence. Do you know this?
I've said it a few times, but I'll say it again now- I miss you.
Do you know that when you said that to me the first time, I felt my heart literally jump?
The reason I don't say anything when you tell me these things is that I can't think of anything intelligent to say- which is quite a shame for a girl who considers herself to be a writer.

You take the words out of my mouth, the breath out of my chest, and the thoughts out of my head.

I'm scared.
I'm excited.
I'm hopeful.
Do you feel the same?