sexta-feira, 1 de janeiro de 2010

New Years

I want you to know that, you make me happy.
That if you can't cook, I don't mind pretending it tastes good.
If you need someone to keep you from being alone, i'm here.
I'm slowly running out of words to tell you how much I love you.
I can't find slow songs with sweet lyrics, I wish I could.
I wish you were here, sometimes I miss you more than usual and it makes my soul a little restless.
Sometimes I wish I could be the first thing you see everyday when you wake up.
I want to be able to write pages and pages and pages.
To assure myself that you won't find out about the lack of words and notice i'm improvising, and think i'm just forcing myself to do this.
I've told you before, I don't feel obligated to do anything.
And if i do it, it's simply because I love you.

I want to show you the world from time to time.
Not because i'm curious about it, just because I want it to know i'm me and you're you and no one could ever make me happier.

This is the year we wont be so far away anymore. The year you'll always have someone who's the for you, the year I've found everything I need in my life. It might be the year we marry, it might be the year we live together. It might be the start of our lives.
It might be a couple of laughs, it might end with getting mugged in Copacabana.

Whatever it may be i'm just glad you'll be in it.

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