And here he is,
Night after night,
His head on my chest,
Hair tickling my face,
My arms around him,
Holding him close,
Protecting him from anything,
And everything that I see.
He loves me,
I love him,
The darkness shrouding us,
The light,
Nowhere to be seen.
I kiss his forehead,
And he slowly wakes,
"I love you, you know."
I say, his face pressed into my chest.
"I need you the most."
I see him smile.
It's the best feeling in the world.
To know that the one you love,
Feels the same way you do,
They want to kiss you,
The way that cheesy french people do,
and so do you.
That's how I feel around Phil,
I hope that he feels the same way.
Our lives aren't measured in years,
It's measured by the people we touch around us.
When we fight, like most couples do,
I text him, "Give me love, boo."
Everything is alright after that,
Because he's gullible that way.
This is THE worst ending to this story,
Sorry,
But go tell those two about this,
And watch their reaction.
Try to laugh,
Try to cry,
Hoping, that you won't die.