Because I like to call you Danger.

"We'll fly like birds, out of this earth

And times they turn, and hearts disfigure

But that's no concern when we're wounded together

And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts

But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it."

And without hesitation I have loaned out my heart to you, as if it were some sort of easily accessible piece of furniture that you take for several months, pay your dues and then finally give back. But you see here darling, the fine print says, if handled with care it is yours to keep. I dont know what love is, very few people do, because love can be many things, and very few people expirience them all. I think at this very moment, love has much to do with the way I am feeling.

You told me you loved me, and you were sure. Your voice
was not hoarse and you did not swallow back a few words, you said you loved me
one cold night in January, of this you were sure. I couldnt quite put into words
the expressive emotions that were lingering within me, but I can now, with all
honesty. The chills that run down your body, the bumps that rise from your
smooth skin are all due to this concept, this concept that the world is trying
to uncover. It is because I love you. Because every word you have ever spoken
has drowned all preconceived notions about the male species, because when Im
with you the sun shines brighter and the sky is bluer, the water is fresher and
life itself is easier.

The key to my heart is not yours to keep, not for now at least, but because you changed the locks this woman you want, standing here, typing this, thinking of you, will remain untouched, until all that has to happen, happens and life itself writes the story for us both. No song, no poem, no lyric, no quote, no shout out, no love letter will ever truly express what my heart is trying to speak. The signal seems almost broken, over and over again the same words are dying to spill themselves for you, but they dont. Can I tell you that I am scared? Because I am, this all seems surreal and no cliche term will ever explain why. It is not for the walls I have built, because they are strong, you cannot tear them down, but I am scared that loving you will be all that I have ever hoped for, dreamed of, wished for.

if this is so, I no longer have anything
to hope for, dream of, wish for.

You are my every hope, every dream, every
wish. Goodnight Amorsito.