I eat romantic shit up. If I were asked to just sit on a roof and look at the stars id probably internally combust
To be honest I’d cross the world with you. Not for you, but with you. I think that says a lot more to think that I would want to go that far by your side and experience anything, good or bad, that this world has to offer us. We would get tired and probably eat some food we might not like but we would also see wondrous things and experience new cultures and grow spiritually together and that is scary and beautiful and that’s what I want. With you. Only you.
There is a marked before and after in my life of meeting you. Music has never sounded the same. Romantic comedies make my stomach churn. Before, I was perfectly content knowing someday I will fall in love with someone and be happy. After, I can’t shake the fear that the someone won’t be you.