I don't think anyone's writing me any love letters, so this one is for myself.
I'm learning how to fall in love with you.
And even though it's really exciting to love someone when you know they're gonna leave, I think that to love you I need to let that go.
The other day, I climbed a mountain, and I felt alive as fuck. But I could see how easy it would be to jump off. I was high up enough that it would be done. Over.
I didn't jump, though. Because I'm falling in love with you, I'm falling in love with myself.
Even if I'm alone forever, I won't be alone with you. I'm happy, and we can climb mountains and lead people on and get our heart broken. It'll be okay because we're here, together, and we're alive.