god damn.
how are you real.
how is this real?
i get to call you mine,
and even better
i get to be yours.
all yours.
all of me.
my heart, my body,
my stupid smile i can't wipe off my fucking face.
all yours.
for now, anyways.
{the pessimist in me says}
but for once i'm the giggling optimist,
with bright eyes and a heart bubbling and bursting at the seams.
i still feel like this isn't really happening,
like it's some sort of hallucination i've just placed myself into.
i'll keep reminding myself its not,
that those brown eyes of yours really shine like that,
for me,
and i'm not daydreaming.
it's real.
god damn.