TSP 38

For I have felt your warm touch against my soft smooth skin. Your nose as it brushes past my ear when you lean in to hug me is a constant comfort to my ever-burdened head. The more I hate the things you do the more I love you for doing them. I could wait my entire life for the moments that you steal my hand to hold, that you brush my hair away from my face to stare into my eyes, that you let me fall asleep on your shoulder during a show. When you hold me between your arms I wish that time itself would stop and that I would never have to watch you leave. When time doesn't stop, I'm angry at the world for depriving us of any more seconds we could have spent together. You get frustrated with me, because it seems that I am never satisfied with the time you have. And it is true, I am frustrated that time itself does not yield longer to my will. And I get overly agitated at the little humorous things you say, because I have known the moments of quiet you have when you are content with me. Your humor, however, has mended my broken heart and shown me love which I have never before felt. In less time with you, I am more happy, more devoted, and more open about myself than I could have ever been in 100 years with someone else. To you I expose myself, like delicate film to whatever the environment has to give. My character develops slowly and intricately into a true form of my own unaffected by others I so fear with an anxiety of the expectations of social acceptance. I do not have to blend in for you, I can bloom as something no one else has ever seen. I treasure you, my best friend. I love you. The only thing in return I want is your happiness. Your love I hope to earn.  Goodnight. And sweet dreams.