Let me be your 3am drunken phone calls. Let me be your safe place when you’re universe is caving in. Let me be the one that comes over at midnight just to sit on your roof and talk about the stars. I want nothing more than to drown in every ounce of your existence. I want to drink every word that escapes your lips like I’m sipping a fresh cup of coffee in the morning. Please God, let me love you so damn passionately that you forget the meaning of the word “mediocre”. My existence is a mere shadow compared to the way your eyes light up when you talk about the things you love. I’d spend forever being your shadow. Following you wherever in this world you decide to go. I would love to have the please of watching you grace this galaxy with your light for the rest of my life.