a beautiful mess

… you are.

i love.

the way you look at me.
that i’m all you can see.
that you want to know how my mind works.
your passion.
the way you humor my little idiosyncrasies.
slowdancing in the kitchen to the music in our heads.
kissing in the rain.
that you think i’m a beautiful mess without knowing about this blog.
the way i smile when i catch you looking at me.
…and the way you grin when you see it.
the fact that this is all so cheesy.
that in my short time with you, there are more moments that take my breath away than i’ve had in years.

i hate.

…that i’m getting caught up.