letterstomypasserbys:

She wrote this

“Never stop telling me

About the trips we’ll take

Or the clothes we’ll steal

From each other’s closets

Or how we’ll sleep

Under the stars in my car

Or the way you’ll touch me

In every place we stop

Or the tomorrows

I’m dying to see.

It keeps me up at night,

But it’s also why I wake up

Every numb day

To a feeling that

There will be

I hopes and maybes. “

She wrote this. I’ve never wanted something so badly in my life. I’ll do everything in my power to turn those maybes into a future.