I want to wake up and be blinded by the sun. I want to wake up to the feeling of being on fire. I want to wake up and not be able to breathe. Put simply, I want to wake up to you.
I suppose you'd think I was crazy to want to be blinded, on fire and breathless all at once, but you could make anything seem desirable. You have that air of perfection about you. The kind of air that everyone want to breathe. The kind of air that people wish they could package and sell; they'd make a fortune.
It's everything about you. You have this way of making everything seem phenomenal, supernatural even. I always knew that love existed but I had reason to doubt it would ever come my way. It's not that I thought I didn't deserve it and it certainly wasn't that I didn't want it. It's just that when it takes so long, you get tired of waiting. You grow so impatient that you'll take anything that has the slightest potential of becoming love. Mistakes. Every one.
I guess I got so used to being let down, alone and unhappy that I didn't even notice when love finally arrived. I just assumed it was going to be just like every other time; everything would seem great at first, no fights, no tears, and then out of nowhere it would burn out. What's the point in putting it off? It always ended the same. I was tired of setting myself up for it over and over again. You taught me to never make assumptions.
The difference between you and all the rest is that you waited for me. You thought I was worth it. You put yourself through months of being the best friend. Months of pain, and tears, I know. But you got to me and you're the only one who ever really did.