I wish I could have written you something that didn’t sound contrived, or something that would make the world see how much I love you. But I’m really just not that good with words - not when it comes to you anyway. So I’m gonna let someone else do the talking - two someone elses, for that matter - since I think they’ve already done an awesome job explaining why I don’t need to form a contingency plan for a future without you.

For the one whom I can’t wait to cuddle up at home with every night; with whom I fall asleep, side by side in matching beanbags in front of the telly; who understands all my weird non-human languages that I bark at you in; the one who hunts for rubber bands in the middle of the night when I vocally demand for one in my sleep; the one I miss every single second that you’re not right next to me; the one next to whom I will wake up, every morning, for the rest of my life. I love you.


思念是一种很玄的东西
如影 随形
无声又无息出没在心里
转眼 吞没我在寂默里

我无力抗拒特别是夜里
想你到无法呼吸
恨不能立即朝你狂奔去
大声的告诉你

愿意为你 我愿意为你
我愿意为你忘记我姓名
就算多一秒停留在你怀里
失去世界也不可惜

我愿意为你 我愿意为你
我愿意为你被放逐天际
只要你真心拿爱与我回应
什么都愿意
我什么都愿意 为你


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