no panic could change me

Nothing haunts my dreams anymore. I worry less and live more. The facts and the dates all just pile on and I don’t care. I just wake up in the morning to see your face. I brush past the things that other people say. I’ve been listening to them for way too long anyways. I just want to make the right decision and be the right person for her ya know. I’m sick of wasting time, her time. I don’t want to be that jackass who promised her the world and couldn’t hold up his part of the bargain. There’s no stress of it though, because she consistently forgives me for my faults, never judging me on my stupidity. I didn’t earn this kind of treatment, it’s always come to me, because it isn’t till the end when everything finally comes out and the world of problems is blamed on me…I don’t want that to happen again. I want her to tell me when I’m pissing her off, to hit me when she’s mad, to walk away when I embarrass her. I don’t want to make the same mistakes I did before and not know about them…I’m sick of losing…can I just win?

I don’t worry anymore…because I love her…that’s what we all need to find, because in the end, the period to the gigantic jumble of words that we spew each day onto your blogs, into your phone, and out of our mouths is that we all want that one thing in life to balance out the crazy and confusing…we all want love at whatever the risk, whatever the cost, we want to be loved forever and a day…we’re weak for a four letter word that has a definition longer then most physics problems. Stop trying to rationalize and just be, take some advice from someone who knows