Thoughts, first sight.

You mean the world to me, you always seem to make my days better, and all of our time together makes me love you even more every day. I remember the first time i saw you around a year ago. You were alone, walking to the feild while i was with a friend but as soon as i saw you, curiosity was planted. I remember asking my friend who you were, and then i vegan to see you everywhere. ever since then i feel like ive grown so much as a person but the only thing not changing is my love for you. I feel like mot matter what we have gone through apart, its like weve never been seperated. I remember seeing you with somebody else for the first time and decided i hated it.





a few of my fav things about you

-your humor

-your hair

-your eyes

-your laugh (personal fav)

-your ability to talk to me

-your not very shy

-the way you laugh after we say we love eachother





So, what was the main point in making this? to ask you a question of course. but, this is no ordinary question.

I’ve been trying to figure out how to say this for a while, and every time I do, I get nervous and end up overthinking it.

Somewhere between all of our conversations, the jokes, the quiet moments, the gasping between laughter, and the time we’ve spent talking, youve become someone incredibly important to me. I find myself thinking about you more often than I’d like to admit. Sometimes something small will remind me of you, and suddenly you’re all I can think about for the rest of the day.

I love your messy brown hair, the way it never seems to stay exactly where it’s supposed to. I love your laugh, especially when it’s genuine and you can’t quite hold it back. It’s one of those things that makes me smile without even realizing it,(started smiling to myself writing this, pointed out by emory🌚). I love the way talking to you feels easy, like no conversation is ever too long or too short. Even the simplest messages from you can make an ordinary day feel special.

You make me happy in a way that’s hard to explain. Being around you feels like carrying a pocket full of tiny stars, like there’s always a little extra light wherever you are. You’ve become my favorite person once again, and honestly, I’ve liked you for longer than I’ve been brave enough to admit.😦

I’m still nervous writing this because I care about you so much, but I don’t want to scare you away or anything.

And if you feel the same way, would you be my boyfriend?