I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.
If she’s too good for you, my god, don’t leave her. Make an effort to be good enough instead.
I want nothing more than to lay down with you right now, and feel your body close to mine. I want to whisper that I love you more than anything, and that I will love you, no matter what. I want to be looking into your eyes, and hold your hand, and drift off to sleep together like that.