"All I'd wanted to be when I grew up was yours."
one day, i will wake up to soft light through the window, wrapped in soft blankets, and open my eyes - and this day, this very beautiful day, will be the day i stop loving you. it will also be heartbreaking, but not in this way, in other ways, in older ways. i will see you without my heartsick vision, i will see your flaws and not wish to kiss each one. i will not be drawn to your body like a moth to light. you have already reached this point. i doubt you noticed the beauty of it. you don't see through me anymore. you see me as flesh and bones and i know that telling you about that obituary did nothing. i understand now. but one day i will wake up and i won't love you anymore. maybe you will realize then what you have lost. maybe you won't. it won't matter then anyway.