I love you. I don’t know what that means to anybody else, but to me, in this moment, it means that I care about your feelings. When you are happy, I grin from ear to ear, grateful to bask in the glow of your smile, and when you are sad, I wish I could disappear inside of you and replace every bad thought with a description of how I see you. It is hard to not let this slip out of my mouth when I look at you, especially when we are lying next to each other in your bed-your fingers running through my hair and your lips on my forehead. It is sad how these three words can ruin things between people. They put all of their faith into the weight of them, but forget to nurture their love. I don’t want that to happen to us, dear. Granted, I cannot foresee what the future will bring-perhaps all of this will one day be a long forgotten memory that hurts each time either of us thinks about it. But, I know that I look at what I have with you like a garden I must tend to daily. I keep the promise of the flowers that will bloom high beneath the light of our love in my mind when I lie awake at night, lonely and wondering when we will be able to see each other next. Because I love you, dear, and for whatever that’s worth, I will relish in my dirt-covered knees, because you are worth picking weeds for. You are worth it all.
— “What I mean when I say ‘I love you’”, Lora Mathis (via conor-broberst)
if you call me princess or baby i will literally melt into a puddle of love for you